Poezja

I turn the glass over and watch the sands fall
Creating a mound of memories to recall

I reflect to cherish, the days of my youth
Watching them slip by, not much I can do

But awake to a new day, that too will pass
I will pick up that glass and with no abash

I empty the grains of days gone by
Empty the time, and fool myself “why”?

Who wants to see that you’re getting older
Just let it come by and you’ll feel bolder

I’m not leaving without a fight
I’m stubborn and full of strife

I like how I feel and don’t want a reminder
Just how fast time slips by

So I will run in the that sand
And then kick my heals up high

Take “that” sand, take “that” time