No one counts the grains of sand
until the last few abandon
their perch atop the glass.
We care not for the song
until the final strain of notes
fade to an eerie silence.
Unnoticed goes the sun
until its journey ends
as it kisses the western horizon.
I suppose what I mean to say,
is in a world that keeps turning,
with people that keep moving,
and things that keep changing,
we do not notice the blessings,
the beauties, or the opportunities
until their time here is done.
In absence, we find appreciation,
but in normality we find forgetfulness.
But fear not the passing things,
for in a life full of closures,
with oncoming completions,
and repeated resolutions,
in the endings we find the beginnings,
the restarts, and the chances anew
when they are least expected.
So fear not, for the hourglass will turn
and though time will not stop for you
it will also never end.
When the ballad fades to silence,
it trades places with another tune
that you will be sure to hear.
And with every sunset comes a sunrise,
so do not forget the sun tomorrow
as it caresses your skin all day long.
Mar 31, 2018
Mar 31, 2018 at 1:27 AM UTC
No one counts the grains of sand
until the last few abandon
their perch atop the glass.
We care not for the song
until the final strain of notes
fade to an eerie silence.
Unnoticed goes the sun
until its journey ends
as it kisses the western horizon.
I suppose what I mean to say,
is in a world that keeps turning,
with people that keep moving,
and things that keep changing,
we do not notice the blessings,
the beauties, or the opportunities
until their time here is done.
In absence, we find appreciation,
but in normality we find forgetfulness.
But fear not the passing things,
for in a life full of closures,
with oncoming completions,
and repeated resolutions,
in the endings we find the beginnings,
the restarts, and the chances anew
when they are least expected.
So fear not, for the hourglass will turn
and though time will not stop for you
it will also never end.
When the ballad fades to silence,
it trades places with another tune
that you will be sure to hear.
And with every sunset comes a sunrise,
so do not forget the sun tomorrow
as it caresses your skin all day long.
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