Sands Of Time Poem by Chris G. Vaillancourt

Time moves on..
I reach out
with tired eyes,
Grasping the remnants
of faded pictures
taken yesterday.

It was 4 a.m.
I sat by the window,
reliving all the treasures
I once buried in the
sands of time

It turned 5 a.m.
One hour had gone by.
Despite the tears
lingering in my eyes
for the pictures
fading grey.

I was reflective.
Thinking of yesterday
compared to now,
as I drifted
in the sands of time.

The future, glimpsed quickly.
Its merciless hands
pushing me ahead.

I reached out,
with tired memories,
leaving the window open.