Grains of Sand

Each minute, like grains of sand

Slipping through the cracks of these hands

I hold out in front of me

Worn out during my peak

Kiln

They cracked prematurely 

Carried on, destined to�"

I hold out in front of me

These hands

Each minute, like grains of sand

Reviews

[Gee]

I woke up one day, was 58 yet it seemed only a heartbeat ago that I was the young boy of yesteryear with skinned knees, missing teeth and a total dependency on all things mum :)
Time does pass so, so quickly and this I believe we only truly appreciate in later years.
Good morning, enjoyed reading this

[ThirtyOnePetals]

Thank you for commenting, I’m so glad you enjoyed it :)

[Audie G. Couch]

This is a great poem. It made me ponder about time, and humanity's place in this world . As much as we all would like to hold onto time; we can not.

[ThirtyOnePetals]

Thank you! Time so fragile and mesmerizing

[Audie G. Couch]

Your welcome.