Accidental Poet

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


Copyright © Accidental Poet 2018


  • Teddy.15

    Is it your

    Loved this beautifull yet subtle witted poem,

    I feel myself slowing down

    Oh, the aches and pains

    Meet my new best friend

    Mr. Arthur Itus when it rains

    Highly amusing Dear A.P . A gorgeous write as per usual. X

    • Accidental Poet

      No, not my birthday Teddy. Not till December. Oh Mr. Authur Itus would you just leave me alone. It's not even raining now. 👀

    • orchidee

      Good write AP.
      Me journey is painful. I'm treading the gravel of time barefoot - ouch! I must get some sand in! lol.

      • Accidental Poet

        BAREFOOT? Oh Orchi, put some socks & shoes on. What's that smell? 🤣

      • Neil Higgins

        As a grumpy 64 year old,with aches pains and someone who gets tired after a three mile daily walk.I empathize.

        • Accidental Poet

          3 mile walk? Daily? Oh, my feet hurt just at the sound of it. 🤣

        • Thekkinkkattil

          Sailing in the same boat. There with you, beautifully penned

          • Accidental Poet

            Uh Oh, is that a leak? Let's start paddling. 😜

          • Goldfinch60

            But at least those grains of sand are still running free in our lives and once more I got up this morning so all is well.


            • Accidental Poet

              Yes Andy, long may the sands flow. Thanks for the read and comment. 😉

            • L. B. Mek

              'Mr. Arthur Itus when it rains'
              what a wonderfully vulnerable voice, you've cultivated dear poet!
              'Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
              Life is but an empty dream! --
              For the soul is dead that slumbers,
              And things are not what they seem.
              Life is real! Life is earnest!
              And the grave is not its goal'
              (easily on of the best starts to a poem, ever written! in my humble opinion)

              • Accidental Poet

                Yes LB, a great start to a poem, shall I be reading the rest of it soon?

                • L. B. Mek

                  that's the start to 'a psalm of life' by Longfellow, I linked the MPS page for you, so read away?


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