Hourglass Contraption

Playing with the Ball in my Co urt

Caring that a sandbank
Has innumerable grains
The highest value I could fathom
Was a number from a phantom
Then another minute passed
As I lazed upon the grass
And as I dreamed
The sandbank was creamed!
Counting grains of sand
Suddenly seemed bland
And the highest value
Was on my menu
Then another minute ran
And my toes were in the sand
If the sand were in an hourglass
Instead of on a bank…
My mind wandered even faster
Than that wave about to quake
Would they throw stones at the housing?
Of that contained contraption?
What value could it bring if they took action?
And as you can see, my friends,
The pondering be told…
Hourglass, metaphor for human vessels
They are keeping & spending all the gold!
Then another minute washed by
And all I could do was sigh…

About bognetta

Love has been so much more powerful than other people's control. I think it's all love, but sometimes it doesn't feel like love. That is because so many people are defensive, protective, and do not care to trust in that four letter word...love!
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