Through the hourglass br watching br grains of sand falling. br I see time slipping by. br br To myself I wonder. br Do we pass with such ease br through the hourglass of life? br Like tiny grains of sand cascading? br br When that sand has gone. br Does that mean time has stopped br until I turn the glass over? br And the sand again begins to fall. br br Through our hourglass br as we pass like grains of sand. br How many frowns can we turn to smiles? br How much good can we make from bad? br br When our sand has run out.