We Aren't Just Dead Flowers In A Lalique Glass Vase Poem by Mark Heathcote

Reaching into the hourglass
Emptying out the sand
There's always a tomorrow
With an external hand
But in your heart there's
Never been a moment of play
All that stands between us
Now is slipping away
But in your heart its
Never been a little acorn
Sometimes loves a sailboat
Adrift around the Cape Horn
Sometimes you've got to hold on
With both hands for dear-life
At the end of it all, she's the one
Wanted for strife
It seems when time is ebbing
And flowing away at pace
We'll remember by God's grace
We too are stardust in space
We aren't just dead flowers
In a Lalique glass vase.