Like an Hourglass of Sand

Time slipped away like grains of sand,

Softly, silently through my trembling hands.

With every breath I drew,

I reached to hold it true—

That fleeting moment I might grasp and keep,

To cradle close when life’s storms grow deep.

I chased the whispers of passing days,

Hoping some fragment would halt its haste,

So when the world’s rush paused at last,

I could live that instant, free from the past.

But how could it be?

Time never slows its ceaseless sea,

Nor lingers long in any place,

Forever fleeing, a relentless race.

What exists is only now—this breath, this space,

A single spark in the vastness of grace.

To live is to seize this present flame,

Or bear the burden of eternal blame.

For once the moment slips away,

No time returns, no stories stay.

Regrets become a haunting song,

Of chances lost and rights made wrong.

No future pause, no tale retold,

Just silence where memories grow cold.

So let your heart awaken, bold—

Embrace the now, let it unfold.

For time is but an hourglass,

And we, the grains that swiftly pass.

Hold tight the moments, don’t let go,

For in this present, life will grow.

Or else the sands will all have run,

And you’ll be left with none, my son.