Hourglass

Caught in quicksand and I fall forever,

Time funnels and moves with gradual pace

While binding the minutes together,

There’s no need to see the world as a race

For the moments turn with overall peace,

As the end nears finishing the circle

When the sands stop it will be a release,

Soul might extend but body is brittle

Life is but the passing of sinking sand,

Filling up the bottom of the glass

With Death smiling and kept close at hand,
Thoughts of your every move being your last;

     For life can be fleeting like a flower

      And no one may know their final hour