The Sands of Time

The sands of time in the hour glass,
Sift slowly, but steadily downward,
Locked into the law of gravity,
Its relentless passion never ceasing,
Only to be over turned again,
As the minutes and hours still pass.

The sands of time on the empty beach
Sway back and forth to the whims of waves,
Their antics ever controlled by tides.
They too, are simply marking their time
Only to be over turned again,
As the minutes and hours still pass.

Sets of footprints on the sandy beach
Momentarily showing the truth
That life too moves on, e'er touched by time
Measured by destiny's hour glass,
Only to be over turned again,
As the minutes and hours still pass.