Life is simply;
A giant hourglass,
In which we play.

Watching as each grain;
Slips away.

A moment of pleasure;
Simply a grain.

Slipping away;
Never to be seen again.

Treasure each moment;
Before it slips,
Through the hourglass neck.

Remember the sweetness;
Of your first kiss,
Perhaps it;
Was only a peck.

Should but a drop;
Of moisture,
Slide into your;
Sandy playground.

Make mud pies;
Out of the treasure,
to be found.

When the grains grow fewer;
As they pass through.

Appreciate the precious moments;
That are often too few.

When love is there holding out;
It's hand.

On which side will you;
Tip the hourglass,
To stand?

Will you let it run;
It's course?

Perhaps let it slip away;
In remorse.

Maybe you'll turn that glass;
For another chance.

Another chance;
For one last dance.