Seconds of time are grains of sand:
I didn’t use them as I should,
make from them something fine or grand.
Seconds of time are grains of sand.
I let them trickle through my hand,
I never really understood
seconds of time are grains of sand.
They’re nearly gone, and gone for good.
If you have any comments on this poem, David
Whippman would be pleased
to hear from you.