Sun Dialing

Forsaken Cove

Time, presently past…

All you need is time,

but it runs away
like sundial sand.

Grip the world in
your grasping hand,
you end up with
a fistful of nothing.

No matter that you
hold on tight;
a lifetime slips away,
fleeing you everyday.

Dreams in a pile
on a dirty floor,
lonely leftovers,
nothing more.

Hurry to make
something of it.

All you need is time.

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