Sands Of Time Poem by Bernard F. Asuncion

The moments slip like sand through open hands,
A fragile beauty that we cannot hold.
We chase the echoes in these shifting lands,
A story whispered as the years unfold.

A fragile beauty that we cannot hold,
The shadows lengthen as the day descends.
A story whispered as the years unfold,
We search for meaning where the journey ends.

The shadows lengthen as the day descends,
A fleeting glimpse of what we left behind.
We search for meaning where the journey ends,
The memories linger in the quiet mind.

A fleeting glimpse of what we left behind,
We chase the echoes in these shifting lands,
The memories linger in the quiet mind,
The moments slip like sand through open hands.