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.
Keith Garrett
keithgarrettpoetry 
How true !
Thanks for reading
Love this! Very apropos.
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On Thu, Apr 12, 2018 at 10:46 AM, keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
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My pleasure.
beautifully said and written Keith.
very insightful. Thankyou
Thanks for reading
On Sat, Apr 14, 2018 at 7:07 AM, keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
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