The sands of time just roll on by,
From birth to death, we live we die,
The sands of time care not a jot,
We live to die, that is our lot.

The sun and moon both rise and set,
Their sands of time are not done yet,
The sands of time roll on forever,
To defy their march, a mortal endeavour.

Time and tide they have no foe,
With sands of time along they go,
The age of man itself is brief,
Compared to tree, we are the leaf.

The sands of time are not a beach,
Instead a future out of reach,
They are our future, they are our past,
They are our memories, built to last.

Be we young, or be we old,
They are our stories, as yet untold,
Through the hourglass of time, the sands they seep,
Until the time our loved ones weep.

A future shared, a certain death,
The day we take our final breath,
Our body empty, a soul forlorn,
Those sands of time, they will not mourn.

© Cinco Espiritus Creation