Sand

                     Sand

All around and in my hand

Is golden dust and silver sand

It moves in sequence swirls and flows

Through my finger's through my toes


When sand begins it start to guide 

Through happy times and when we slide

Like life itself the sand can see

All l am and what I'll  be


I see  my hand my palm is bare

The sand has gone without a care

My timer now of glass so dull

I long for days when it was full



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