Hourglass Poem by Philip Hunter
Hourglass
And at a distant time,
I could reach and touch,
Everything that means,
So much to me today,
And at a different place,
I easily forgot,
About all of the hours,
That I've wasted away,
And there was you,
My saving grace.
Years held in my hand,
I've had within my grasp,
A lifetime through my fingers slips,
The falling sand in glass,
And there was you,
My saving grace.
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