It was created, a strange object of sand filled glass,

Trickles slowly downward to an ending of stillness.

In time the top will have no more, no time left,

Life will be gone here, turned to dust, still like the sand.

The hourglass is carried around by all whom were given life,

It can not be seen just as our time is not known, the sand moves.

We have been given each of us an hourglass, such a strange gift,

The same size for everyone, they drain at different speeds.

Is the hourglass a curse or a friend depending on your circumstance,

The hourglass some day runs out, turned over, it can not be done.