I've got the blueprint of a dream,
That I'm not sure I understand,
Why the people hurry by,
And never look me in the eye,
But often stop and stare,
At the endless shifting sand,
In the hourglass in my hand.
© 2010
Brian J Stafford
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
In the hourglass of my hand....beautifully expressed!