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.