time...
time it elapse’s
it runs like fine sand
through small openings
of the fingers of the hand
never truly able
to stop the passage of time
as each little particle leaves
this fist of mine
hold on i may try to
keep that moment with me
i close my eyes so tight
for each memory to see
and live each moment like a dream
in my mind
i smile at each scene
that i am still able to find
choices
chances
change all of these things
turns your life in directions
with hidden little strings
that attach to your life
and turn it around
some which are planned
most are not
i’ve found
the tiny grains of sand
fall in a steady flow
no matter how tight the fist
it never seems to slow
each little particle
so precious
to each one
we never seem to realize this
until there’s almost none