The Hour Glass


As the clock of age thicks

The eyes matures

And births paranoia

The heart bleeds thick red with more emotions

Craftiness becomes our kin

And aggression the ace in our deck of cards

Our poker face becomes our every face

For everyday is a deadly game

Love is more intense

And hate is more immense

As wisdom grays every hair

So does memories tear every eye

No more the cared for

But a slave to care itself

From swaddling infants

To needy spouses

The days are never without surprises

Our nerves become less elastic

As adventure starts to lose its taste

And caution starts to lead the pace

Our faith becomes limited to a daily mantra

As some question there’s

 others hang on tighter

Believe is all we seek

Each day life fills new pages

And its meaning becomes more vague.

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