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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