Poetry

Who begins the timeline,
life's hourglass, brand new?
Excitement grasps first days of life
as grains of sand slip through.
 
Youthful times surround us.
We lack full wisdom's clue.
We learn to make decisions though,
as grains of sand slip through.
 
Middle age is stressful
with obligations due -
so we go about our business
as grains of sand slip through.
 
Oh, to know the answers -
and every facet knew -
so we prepare the answers then
as grains of sand slip through.
 
With sunset years upon us,
we find God's Word is true -
but still the days flee fast from us
as grains of sand slip through.
 
Who holds our real value -
and have regrets, will you -
as the hourglass stands empty and
the final grain slips through?
 
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Ecclesiastes 9:12 (NASB) Moreover, man does not know his time: like fish caught in a treacherous net and birds trapped in a snare, so the sons of men are ensnared at an evil time when it suddenly falls on them.