Thursday, February 02, 2006

Hour glass

Sand is dripping down
Through the narrow neck
Time laughs like a clown
As is reflects on the clock

Time is indeed flying by
No I would not stop it
All I can do is curse and sigh
And hang in here a bit

Waiting is lifes brew
Lived till now nothings left
All the sand has fallen through
Wait for someone to reverse it

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

nice poem renj, the outlook is not positive, why not?

Maya Cassis said...

wish someone could reverse around 5 or 7 years for me too.i loved your poem.nice theme