SAND IN MY HANDS--award winner

SAND IN MY HANDS


I tarry along in life,
Carrying sand in hands.
Each day slips out of my grip,
On rocky ground it lands.

As it lands, lost forever,
I wonder what I gained.
My life is a day less than
What yesterday remained.

Sands of time in life’s hour glass
Are flowing away fast.
Soon the glass will be empty
And then I shall not last.

Do I regret that one day
I won’t walk on this earth?
Why should I, knowing that fake
Is all this home and hearth?


• Written in abcb, 7-6-7-6 format

• Awarded first place in the contest "Roses' Poetry Challenge", "Invalid Item" , 7th round ended 15 June 2008, hosted by runningwolf04.


M C Gupta
3 June 2008