I'm mesmerized as I watch grains
of sand flow through the glass,
which regulates the pace by which
each minute speck will pass.



The crystals , like the seconds that
turn into month and year,
with time flow on, and then when gone,
forever disappear.



And then I'm shocked to realize
lost time will be no more,
for it cannot retrieve itself,
closed tightly is the door.



And I'm amazed that as it passed,
I was too blind to see
how better time might have been used
with less waste caused by me?
















   





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Poem by: Shelby Forrest ©



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