Time

I gaze down at this precious gift
That I hold in my hands

A gasp of terror leaves my lips
As I realize that little by little
It is trickling through my fingers
Like sand streaming through an hourglass

I want to hold tighter,

To somehow contain what is so dear to me.

But I realize that there is nothing I can do
Because time is not my friend.

All I can do is maintain faith

And gain courage from cherished memories.

Hoping that time will be kind to me

And not take away

My most precious gift.

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