Hourglass --
These pages of my story
Are fragile in their form
The aged tales of my life
Ever gently torn
My story's print
The finest ink
Though you may not tell
Mistakes to prone
Erasers touch
And follow me to hell
A slip may damage
A puncture, mark
A crushing merely bend
But if My binding were to break
This tale would surely end
Simple words of meaning
In tales of mere vitality
A girl who only seemed to slip
And leave behind reality
Through the sand she dared not slip
reducing by the hour
Into the dip, between the glass
Terrific in its power
Mother natures hourglass
The limit to our pleasure
Surpasses all vitality
Eternity...
Forever.