Seconds fall
dripping silently
no sound at all
it feels a life time
waiting for the drip
the sand into each hour
If only time could whip
fast like a dying flower
falls to the ground
that is without sound
death,  its mighty power.
Time waits for nobody
each of us growing old
past our sell by date
labelled sold.
But then there is youth
but do not be too sure
when time reaches its limit
it is shown the sparkly door.