Infinite: A Collection of Poems

Time

Time slips through my fingers like sand

Though I try, I can't keep it with me

I try and try to clench my hands

But slowly I watch it leave my hands

I watch as it falls onto the beach

And I cannot tell where it has gone

Which sands are mine? I do not know

The last grain falls and I'm standing alone

I'm just a man standing in these sands of time

I've left nothing for the world to remember me by

All my time has slipped away

And I am forgotten the very next day