I turn the glass over and watch the sands fall br Creating a mound of memories to recall br br I reflect to cherish, the days of my youth br Watching them slip by, not much I can do br br But awake to a new day, that too will pass br I will pick up that glass and with no abash br br I empty the grains of days gone by br Empty the time, and fool myself “why”? br br Who wants to see that you’re getting older br Just let it come by and you’ll feel bolder br br I’m not leaving without a fight br I’m stubborn and full of strife br br I like how I feel and don’t want a reminder br Just how fast time slips by br br So I will run in the that sand br And then kick my heals up high br br Take “that” sand, take “that” timebr br Pookey's Poemsbr br