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Jim AKA Rapid-Fire
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Date Posted: 21:19:36 02/24/02 Sun
Author Host/IP: richfield-43.sisna.com/209.210.191.43
Just like the sands in an hourglass flow,
is the way our life seems to always go.
From the very day of our own birth,
we must accept time for what it's worth.
As a newborn babe without a care,
to the start of school, knowledge to share.
As we progress from grade to grade,
the sands of time seem to parade.
Friends are made, but even more,
we find the love life has in store.
Closer and closer we grow so near,
to the ones that we hold so dear.
We graduate and then we go to work,
unaware of the pitfalls that do lurk.
We spend years trying to make a life,
which is jeopardized by constant strife.
We pass through the silver years of our time,
those which are supposed to be our prime.
But we never have the things we need,
the hourglass sands seem to speed.
The sands diminish as we reach our golden years,
we wonder why they're filled with fears.
Walking slow, perhaps with cane in hand,
still watching the hourglass sand.
Then sand flows from the top no more,
it's time to enter through heaven's door.
The hourglass sand has now been passed,
our time on earth, over at last.
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