Jul 29, 2017 · 1 min read
I cheer the parade
of sand that slips
down the sides of
my hourglass in
joyful anticipation
of the end of one
thing and the start
of another but
am consciously
aware that there
will shortly come a
time when I will curse
the inevitability
of its passage; I
feel forever slipping
past and it’s going
far too
quickly.
