: poetry :

Time

as the sands of time drift slowly through my hand i see the grains sliding in the folds of my skin

i cast my mind back through the ages I've lived to a time when I was young, and life never seemed a journey

and never did I contemplate what lay ahead nor what might become of my days here on earth

but as I grew the mists of what was to come lifted and I began to see some of the voyage I was on

[ WiP ]

Nick Bailey 2002