Sands of Time

Sitting at the kitchen table

Coffee at Midnight

Thinking about

the past…

her past…

their past…

The clock continues it’s constant

tick…tick…tick…

Seconds turn to Minutes

Minutes to Hours

Hours to Days

AND

Days to Years

Years…a life-time

slowly, continually

draining from

top to bottom

A life-time trapped

like sand

in an

Hour Glass

© 2013 Annie Original Poetry

Always…I wish you peace, joy and happiness, but most of all I wish you Love

As Ever, Annie

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The art of writing is the art of discovering what you believe.

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