Minutes Tick By...
Grains of black sand, in a glass hand. Hours belonging to some unknown man. Minutes tick by, while seconds fly.
As iotas pass, this man will not last. His moment is brief, in a world of unbelief. With time not on his side, he has swallowed his pride.
A fine layer of dust, belies the broken trust. Grains of black sand, in an empty glass hand. Time has expired for the unknown man. But, minutes tick by, and seconds continue to fly.
Originally written: June 22nd, 2018 By: AvnSgt