The Looking-Hourglass A poem

The Looking-Hourglass

 

The glass shows age
the absence of the youth
youth never knew it had

A reflec­tion through time
as antic­i­pa­tions slowly perco­late
to become remem­brance

That sweet gravity of days empties
and fills the looking-hour­glass
until the like­ness is complete

We are all future passers-by
present only at the speed of time

 

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Image credit: TBIT (adapted from source)

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