*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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