Sands of Time

 

 

Slipping through our grasping hands,
The days pass by like grains of sand.
We wonder where the hours have went
After they are gone and spent.

As the years go quickly by
We lament the loss of passing time.
Wishing for a clock that's slower
To stretch the moments of an hour.

On the calendar we turn a page
And grow old as seasons change.
Learning that we can’t deny
That time will ever pass us by.

 

 

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