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


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