Walking sand in the hours glass

Walking sand in hour glass

Seconds to within a grain

A wrinkle in a smile

Pleasing all but the one in the mirror

Laughing for all the wrong reasons

Ah life’s minutes all but clicking

Wishing and misplacing the hope for that unanswered call

Ring, ring computer recording is your humble host

Tread the hours sand is wet slow to move

Fickle may deserve the willing

Happiness in waves of daisies

Parked in a short meter zone

Click, click over exposed is the long fifteen minute lunch

Work load only handles the meek

Around the face slow go the hands of hours

Left the baby picked up the adult

Look to the glass time has only grew fast in your eyes

Walking sand in the hour glass