How big is a timer for the grains to count?
Can you spare a minute of time?
To read what I’ve written as the sand runs out, as I share the grains that are mine.
The sand that you have are a finite amount, and you’ll never know how much you’ve got.
So as the grains filter down from the top to the bottom, it’s true that we don’t have a lot.
A grain is a day or a grain is a second, an infinite potential is faced.
And a minute of time is not much to ask, when you consider how much you may waste.
So if you give up and stop in your tracks, believe me that there is no doubt.
That the sands in your timer will constantly flow, until your time has run out.
So you might as well live it as best as you can enjoy every moment of time.
A grain is a life for many of us, and I’ve given you plenty of mine.
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- Comment from author about the poem: Sometimes we don't appreciate the commodity of time. We take our grains for granted. Consider how you use your time, because it is finite. I know I'll look back and see beaches of sand I allowed to slip away from me. I hope I have given enough so others feet may stand upon it.
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Time certainly is a mystery.Einstein said it was an illusion. It is used to compare two events so really you can say any thing about it.Which you have.Well done made me think
Thank you David, I got the for this poem from a depiction of Deaths room in Sir Terry Pratchetts books. Billions of timers running infinitely, some tiny, some huge. From trees with hundreds of years to the common house fly. It's a powerful thought. I'm glad you like it! Thank you
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