Gazing at the Hourglass
by J. Istre
I
No Time for yesterday
No Time for souvenirs
The calendars I threw away
The graves of dusty years
Gazing at the hourglass
Remembering nothing lasts
II
No time to feel the thorns
No time to smell the smoke
Engines running way too long
To stop’s the only way to slow
Gazing at the hourglass
The sand is dripping way too fast
Br
Gazing at the hourglass
Staring down cemented past
III
In Time the Mirror shows
In Time reflection finds
The pictures we’ve come to know
are images within the mind
Gazing at the hourglass
The Future arrives at last
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