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, he will not last.

His moment is brief, in a world, of false belief! Time, -not on his side. He must now, swallow his pride.

Minutes tick by, while seconds fly. Iotas pass, as he nears, moment's last.

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