THROUGH THE HOURGLASS...

                                
   Sift they do and softly, through the hourglass...
                                
   each moment granted me, nourished or spent;
                                
   lost to the future, captive of the past
                                
   mine but for now ~ in the end, only lent.

                                
   Here now but soon gone, as all things must be;
                                
   fading memories their only refrain...
                                
   segmented essences once part of me
                                
   scattered and dying, eluding my claim.

                                
   I dare not pause, though, to lament or grieve;
                                
   gifted moments in time that have perished...
                                
   let me rejoice in the future perceived ~
                                
   precious time given me to be cherished.

                                
   Its blush of promise and hope lead me on;
                                
   rescued from darkness... reborn in life's dawn.

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