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Life in an Hourglass
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Mark Lane |
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When you start out you look about at sand grains quite a few,
There’s so much sand that you can stand to lose a grain or two.
After a time you feel inclined to think that you are sinking,
You start to plan for a little less land than you were originally thinking.
As time passes by you start to wonder why the walls are getting tight,
It’s the extra pounds that you carry around so you diet with all your might.
It makes you cry as you look high to where you started out,
It’s such a waste you’ve kept your taste but somehow lost your clout.
You can’t pretend when near the end the whirlpool starts to spin
It turns you round and pulls you down and then it sucks you in.
Don’t watch the clock as it goes tick tock or time will overtake you,
And in the end you’ll never transcend this feeling that will shake you.
That life’s too short and I can report that few know what I’ve found,
If you walk the path and always laugh the glass will turn around.
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--Submitted by lanet on 2011-01-31.
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Phyllis Beckman:
The trick I use when reading poetry (anyone's poetry, everyone's poetry) is to read it in 1st person. "When I start out, I look about..." It makes Life in an Hourglass "sizzle" for me.
Posted 02/01/2011 07:36 AM
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