One, two, three, four grains of sand fall to the bottom

Of this hourglass I call my existence. Grains of

Red, green, white, black and blue; all tumbling

Down, down, down into the millions of

Other grains to sit for an eternity-

Forgotten memories and sad

Reminders of a life

I've since left

Behind

Me.

I sit

Listening

To the echoes

Of millions of doors

Closing and opening all

In time to a rhythm I know

Virtually nothing about. But it

Keeps me on my toes because I know

That one day when I least expect it, the final

Grain of the multicolored sand will fall to the

Bottom of my hourglass. The last black grain resting atop the molehill of 100 years of life. What happens then is no longer my opinion. I'll hand my hourglass back to Her. Hoping beyond hope that I've used it to the best of my capabilities, but knowing there will be nothing I can do about it anyway.

Maybe the hourglass will start again

Perhaps my hourglass if merely a

Part of a chain of hourglasses

All turned up-side-down

Their users silently

Watching the sand

As it falls.

One, two

Three

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