Hour Glass Poem by jack green

Hour Glass

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What is anybody searching for.
Is it hard to find a painless cure.
Try as we might all suffer to endure.
The remorseless passage of time.

Are all memories in vein.
Dare any of us complain.
Even try to restrain.
Sand spilling from the hour glass.

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jack green

jack green

Chattanooga, Tennessee
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