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The Hour Glass
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2001 Poetry An hour glass,
sits upon a table.
Representing a life.
A life lived to its fullest.
A life full of happiness.
A life that will soon be at its end.
Each time a tiny granule,
passes through its chamber,
a day goes by.
A day lived to its fullest.
A day full of happiness.
A day at its end.
Day by day,
the granules lessen.
As does the life lived.
But as the last granule passes
and the life lived is over.
A new life begins.
A life that will be lived to is fullest,
and full of happiness.
There will always be hard times,
sad times, and times of anger.
But just remember the people who love you,
and your life will be full of happiness,
until the last grain
passes through your hour glass.
~*~ Jill ~*~
