Like sand, rushing through the hourglass
Never to return, is grains of life, good or
Bad, that every soul has sewn
Perhaps one day, we'll see things differently, when
Time has taught us much, perhaps we'll even
shed a tear, for the portion lost to us
I pray instead of principals, always having
Their way, we might give heed, to a small
Still voice that bids, help love find a way
Silver threads sewn into each head, lines
Drawn upon every face, calloused hands have
Stories to tell, many forever left unsaid
The calendar never ceases, the turning of
It's pages, some never stop receiving
The recompense, of trespass wages
I pray you're never placed, at the table of the scorned, or seated
In the chair of the forgotten, nor draw from the well of self
Destruction, may the banner of Gods love, forever fly above you.