WE CARRY AN HOURGLASS
You can never see It, There are many sizes, we hold It,
We don’t feel It’s weight as It Is heavy with the sand of life.
It pours at a speed meant for only us, fast or slow, It drains,
There Is no tipping It upside down and starting over, a little older.
We carry an hourglass, the sand sits high or It may be down low,
What we carry Is a chance to grow old, the hourglass may be shattered without knowing.