The Sands Of Time Poem by Kwai Chee Low

The sands of time, so apt
Grain by grain, unendingly, our lives ebb away
Like a candle lit at birth, burning bright
Till the end, our lives too, sometimes in a fright!

Seasons come, seasons go
Sunrise after sunset, a timeless flow
Dusk always brightened by the glow of dawn
Pictures on the wall, of people now long gone

The moon wanes, the tides change
We grow old but not ever find it strange
The image staring back from the mirror
Time has caught us up, nothing can be clearer!