The Sands Of Time
Slowly falling through the glass
The sands of time do fall
Each one falling, settling on the base
Resting quietly
Such is life
Like those tiny particles of sand
Sliding slowly through the tight spaces
Quietly resting in the past
The past so long almost forgotten
Things you wish never happened
Slowly slipping past the other memories
The sands of time continue to fall
They flow so smoothly past each other
Scraping by much like our lives
The things in the past resting in their place
Like the sands on the base of the glass
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