If life were an hour glass
Would your time be wasted?
Have you counted the little moments?
Have you memorized the faces?
If life were an hour glass
Would your ancestors be proud?
Were you always quiet or were you sometimes loud?
Maybe life is an hour glass
Maybe your life is trickling by
Maybe it's time for you to live your life
To spread your wings and fly. ♥
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Life of a Lonely, Wandering Soul
PoesíaThis is a series of poems I, Brianna French, have written. The are completely original, and I would appreciate it if you didn't steal them. Thank you SO much for reading! I am 13 years old as of now, but I will be 14 in the July of 2013. Please feel...
