The Hourglass:
The sand lay still and the sunshine scorched
Its yellow, loose pate, all a shine.
One pinch was soldered in glass with a torch;
No watch
How the sand measures time.
Not for years - just for minutes the hourglass will run,
Yet time we control within it;
When the sand runs out, turn the glass upside down
And the end will become the beginning.
I feel you are the beginning of my life my friend!
Every time we meet it is the beginning!
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