Wednesday, October 5, 2011

Cry me a river

*Completely random*

With sands from an hourglass

Time slips between our fingers

Running out so fast

As if the thread is getting bigger

You reach the end, your clock just stops

He beckons you to come hither

Families weep and friends begin to sob

Everyone will cry me a river

I came, I made my place

Made peace within this land

I achieved great loss, great accomplishments

Led a life that's spontaneous and grand

Now time has come, death seeks for my soul

He holds out to me, his hand

I must bid you farewell, don't cry me a river

My hourglass just released, it's last grain of sand

Angela M OBrien

14/7/11

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