Countin' Time
By: Wayne Brown
Grains of sand slowly dropping away
Passing the time on this hour of day
Marking the aging on a steady pace
Measuring what’s left of life’s rat race
Life’s grains in the glass drop one by one
Marking time like the movement of the sun
Letting mankind know how it all slips away
Showing there is less and less of the day
Sands through the hourglass steadily drop
No matter our efforts, time won’t stop
The aging continues in spite of all we do
Time takes its toll on the many and the few
Sands so fine one cannot see the grains
Like millions of drops that make up the rain
Sands with only a single purpose in place
To mark our journey through time and space
Finally the glass drains down to the last one
Time has run out and our journey is done
But as we meet the grave in our eternal chest
The sands continue measuring time for the rest
There is so little sand in the glass; so little time
Before we get started it seems the bells chime
Life is like sand pouring slowly through the glass
We must hurry to use it; lest it quickly shall pass
Precious sands drop through the glass of life
Marking the moments of happiness and strife
Registering life moments we so try to save
While ticking away that march to our grave
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9/30/2011
