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Jan 2012
The hourglass is unkind to me
I watch as the little pieces of sand flutter
d
    o
        w
            n

Until the last one d
                              r
                                o
                        ­        p
                                s

And then there is nothing left to fall

That hourglass always bothers me
Its tiny grains of sand
ping
ping
ping
Against each other so loudly

A constant reminder,
That our time is running out
And sooner than later
You’ll be stepping out
Of the home where I’ve tried to keep you
Into your own life
In a beautiful city
Somewhere over the rainbow
And far away from me

God, how I hate time
I wish I could break all of the watches
And keep the sun from setting
Just pause it all
And spend eternity in your arms.
Liz Devine
Written by
Liz Devine  Brooklyn
(Brooklyn)   
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