Lucky to Have Not Been Born a Fool
When they say .......
A mans got sand.
Remember it slowly trickles.
As dust it settles, compact and fine.
It passes , it runs out, it takes time.
Whence comes the ticking clock,
When hands meet,close together.
Though its face,
tactile, and unremitting.
Shows no tell tale signs of age.
Look to the sky to check ,
seek out the sun and stars.
It moves, it can pass us by....
Whether we sit and watch,partake.
Or just enjoy the air, and the colours.
A sunny day March 31st 2013!
Giajl © Jim Love