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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