The Sands of Time
So slowly sifting
Yet so swiftly slipping
Through my grasp -
My past,
Left far behind,
So cluttered
With forgotten dreams
And failed plans -
No hope remains;
No chance
To make it right,
Or end the pains
That fill the night -
Just watch the sands
Continue sifting;
Leaving me behind -
So blind.
İRon Wallace, http://www.biblefragrances.com.
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