If my life was like a egg timer,
I would be born,
Have a child hood in seconds
My teenage tearaway would last moments then pass.

I would look back as the seconds past,
And think of things,
I could have done in those moments past.
Then my time would nearly be done,
My life has been a wild time of seconds and moments.

But the moments are over,
The grains have run out,
And as the timer is turned,
A new life is created
As the seconds pass and their life is lived out.