Poetry

Hourglass

Hourglass

a Poem by Raquel Swann

Days are numbered

Yet, you cannot count them

The hourglass was turned

The day you drew your first breath

Sands flow through the cylinder 

But, you sit back and wait?

“There will be time?” 

You Say. 

Are you certain?

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