The Hourglass

a summer’s day unending
school year much too long
someday takes forever
wait til you’re a man

grade school
high school
the world at my command

dreams to be postponed

mow the lawn
work overtime
kids to school events
trips that have to wait

no time for books
or writing
or walks
or cooking slow

the hands on the clock
the sand in the glass
slowly lose their sync

the ground becomes much harder
there are rips in superman’s cape
and a hole in the bottom of the hourglass

its not the sand that leaks away
its time itself that oozes out
its time that flies away

Marv Himmel
May 15, 2014 ©

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