my grandson.
~Shaine S McMillan~
When I was a child, I enjoyed playing
with our hourglass,
Watching the sands of time slowly pass,
endulged me for hours.
Like a small creek in a distant forest,
each grain of sand slowly sliding away.
And as time passed, I would watch curiously,
to see what the future would hold.
Unlike a clock, which has hands to point out
the minutes, seconds and hours.
An hourglass shows the time by the amount of sand in the lower part of the hourglass.
Even as an adult today, I still find myself
sometimes drifting off into slumber,
gazing into the soft sand.
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~Shaine S McMillan~