February 19, 2012
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Life is but an hourglass
Slipping away the years, months, days, hours,or minutes of our life.

We do not control how much sand is
contained within the glass
but we do know we must
cherish every grain that drops.
For we do not know when our last sand will fall.

Life is delicate, our choices can cause the glass to crack.
The sand will flow free letting life spill.

For most of the world, the hourglass will stay in one piece.
Death will be peaceful for most people on Earth.
The golden sand will sink into the bottom of the hourglass,
While our lifeless bodies fall to the ground.

Death may seem unfair,
but remember why it occurs.
When one hourglass ends,
another is flipped over to start.

Therefore a newborn opens its’ bright beautiful blue eyes for the first time.

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MossFire said...
Jul. 23, 2012 at 9:46 am
this is a great poem. it shows how careful life should be treated.
Johnny99 said...
Jul. 17, 2012 at 5:56 pm
A great metaphor. I like it.
WonderWoman98 This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Jul. 16, 2012 at 10:21 am
this is really good. the way that it is slightly eerie captavated me
albinotiger replied...
Jul. 16, 2012 at 1:09 pm
thx so much i loved your work 2!
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