His Sands Of Time Poem by Angelo H.G.

His thoughts crumbled down his head
releasing from his mouth
at times his words were witty
and articulated with a smooth confidence
but on this occasion they were uttered with humility
and in a sincere tone “what should I do? '
Time has a habit and a sense of humor
to turn the strong into the weak and the weak into the strong
but in the end we have tasted them both
only question is which flavor will you favor through life?
On this day he was twenty-two years old
and the sands of time were pouring more accelerated
then they ever had throughout his past
technology was advancing just as his heart was
the only thing that stayed the same
was the mysteriousness of the future
Women, parties, and college all remained on his to do list
but something was missing like ancient sailors missed quiet waters
If his path was directed by a tour guide
surely he would be a myopic tour guide
swayed by misleading steps from the correct path
of course no tour guide existed and his off course road
was only due to his decisions and dilatory actions
In the desert of everyday living
he had a thirst for success that was bred
from his childhood days of family misfortune and poverty
nothing held him back like the nagging thoughts of fear and self doubt
which made him his own worst enemy among all the others