Hour Glass

In an hourglass, time slips away,

Grains of sand, in constant sway,

A never-ending cycle, it seems to be,

A reminder of life's fragility.

The top half, filled with sand,

Slowly trickles, through the land,

Each grain, a precious moment in time,

A memory, forever etched in our minds.

The bottom half, empty and bare,

A reminder, that time is rare,

We must cherish each passing day,

Before it too, slips away.

The hourglass, a symbol of life,

A reminder, to embrace the strife,

To live each moment, with purpose and grace,

And never let time, go to waste.