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
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2 comments:
nice poem renj, the outlook is not positive, why not?
wish someone could reverse around 5 or 7 years for me too.i loved your poem.nice theme
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