Time like sand
slips through my fingers
Until,
Death with an icy touch
knocks it from my hand.
Note to my wonderful readers, my health is fine, better than it has been in a long time, in fact. This poem was simply a result of my reflections on the many things I would like to accomplish in my lifetime and how little time there really is to do them.
Wow. This is really powerful. Thanks for sharing it with us.
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