Hourglass Poem by Anthony Dover

Born in the 70's,
There was a time slip,
Back to the future,
I have lived for centuries.

Victorian England I remember,
For its morals, service and bad weather,
Pilgrim Fathers I saw off,
Thinking they'd have to work hard enough.

Christmas in Constantinople,
Easter in Egypt,
Florence for a nightingale,
And stars for a tale.

Dark ages weren't as bad as they seemed,
People dismissed it as a bad dream,
Sleep through the Renaissance,
And think its all nonsense.

21st century, lots going on,
Computers, communication,
Words to a song,
Now I ponder in this town,
Why he keeps turning the hourglass upside down.