Time
Time slips by so fast
Like a stream of sand
In an hour glass
If you could reach out your hand
And catch each grain
You'd see that each one has a different face
Different as the faces in a city crowd
They too stream by
With the determined force of a mill race
Faces that are blank or weary
Etched with pain
And sometimes even joy
Each one has a different song
Murmured quiet or shouted loud
Each one a life, short or long
If you could reach out your hand, again
And slow the pace just for a moment
Then do so my friend
Though no one really has power to postpone their end
We still can grasp each moment
Relish it before we let it go
Slipping between our fingers
Vanishing once more
In time's remorseless flow
SAC 3 July 2013
