Hourglass
My life is like an hourglass.The sand of
my life slowly flows out.Each grain is only a
fragment, yet each one means much to me.
When the sand runs out, who knows?
Will it be flipped over? Or will
it stay lifeless, glued
to the table?
Someday,
each hourglass
will ceace to flow.
All the life will be gone.
But I will yearn to see you
again. For you filled my hourglass.
You flipped it many times when it was
about to run out. I owe my hourglass
to you. For you loved it so.