Before me sits my hourglass,
Tarnished blue steel,
Cloudy, smeared old, warped sand, that
Has is this glass prison.
As little grains single file, slowly
Fall from the technicolor reserve,
Through the gap.
I watch as the color fade,
As it makes it small tumble,
In to the graveyard of grey smoky remembrance.
As I watch,
And realize that this is my life.
I am reminded of this.
My past will never be as bright and vibrant,
As my life is now.
As time passes,
The memories fade
Losing color and essence.
That the past is behind us,
Holding on to that,
Will on stall your life,
And not let the
Beauty of you future sign through.
Its time to clean the glass,
Polish the metal.
And as I watch my life happen and pass by,
To be prepared for my bright future.
I can't look at my hourglass,
As something have lived,
But look at it as,
Something that has so much more to live for.
My hourglass will never flip back over,
And when the final grain falls through the gap,
I want the world to be reminded,
That no matter what I went through,