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The Hourglass
Ursula Steinhauser
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How I love the sands while walking on a beach line
Where colored stones are found or shells like treasure.
Yet melancholic thoughts about the sands of time,
Their flow much more than time passing by measure.
No "Stop!" can prevent the sands from trickling through
The same, no clock can bring back time that's meant to flee.
I wish the hourglass shape a more narrow view
And the flow of sands was slow, hardly to see.
When days' time is done, I consider how blessed I've been
And remember the love and joy saved for tomorrow.
Can I hold on to the moments of past and win -
Wisdom of sands of time, as merit, not sorrow?
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