Poem: Sands of Time

Through silent dunes the moments glide,
Like grains no hand can truly hide.
They slip between our hopes and fears,
Building mountains out of years.

Each golden speck, a memory’s trace,
A smile once worn, a vanished face.
The winds of change sweep soft and wide,
Yet carry all we’ve held inside.

The hourglass turns, the seasons flow,
Teaching hearts what minds may know:
That time is neither foe nor friend,
But the road on which all journeys bend.

So cherish dawn and fading light,
The fleeting day, the quiet night.
For every grain that falls away
Has shaped the soul we are today.

Thank-you for reading.

Brenda Marie