Thursday, April 30, 2009
Sand
Through the hour glass
Each grain
An event
A day.
Each one
You can never get back
You cannot hold onto
You can look at them through the glass
Some obscured by others
Some shine brighter and more distinctly than most
You can look at them
And replay them in your minds eyes
But they will never be yours again.
Sand
Through the hour glass
Each grain
An event
A day.
Written by one of my co-workers who claims he’s not a writer..tsk tsk…isn’t this beautiful?
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