this is a poem written by a friend of mine, but she has no net.
The Hourglass
As sand goes through the hourglass,
I just let it all pass.
There is no point in going on,
When every thing I love has gone.
I’ve tried to go on in this land,
But it all comes back to the sand,
Dripping through the hour glass,
Dripping,
Dripping.
Dripping away,
Getting slower each day.
Do you wish you could turn back time…
I’d save the life that’s wasn’t mine.