Sands Of Time Poem by Heath Gunn

Sands Of Time



Slipping, slipping, sands of time,
the grains you can't retrieve.
An hour glass, it filters through,
at speeds you won't believe.
Your life, you watch it marching on,
bystander or a player.
And Mother Nature weeves her web,
no-one can ever slay her.

Heath Gunn

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