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Accidental Poet

The Sands of Time

The Sands of Time

 

Day after day

Week after week

As the year grows old

Of the passing time I speak

 

Like grains of sand

Through the hour glass

So too go the days

From dawn to dusk so fast

 

They call it

A free trip around the sun

Though I question the free part

For now I’ve turned sixty-one

 

I feel myself slowing down

Oh the aches and pains

Meet my new best friend

Mr. Arthur Itus when it rains

 

And these words don’t come

As quickly as they used to

Maybe my muse

Feeling effects of age too

 

In the Hourglass of Life

We’re just grains of sand so fine

Sifting through our lives

The sands of time

 

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