Engraved with time’s unforgiving score,
Each grain a moment, gone before,
Passing from the top to the floor,
A journey timeless, to explore.
Within its glass, the dance of time,
Each grain a verse, a precious rhyme,
A fleeting glimpse of life’s grand chime,
Captured within its rhythmic climb.
The hourglass, a potent muse,
Inspiring poets to enthuse,
With thoughts of love and moments lose,
Its essence timeless, it bemuse.
The sands of time, a constant flow,
A rhythmic pulse, a timeless show,
Each grain a story, to bestow,
In the hourglass’s endless glow.
A vessel holding moments dear,
Whispers of laughter, echoes of fear,
In its depths, all moments adhere,
A timeless tale, crystal clear.
The hourglass, a symphony of time,
Entwining past, present, and the prime,
Its rhythm weaving a radiant rhyme,
A vessel of temporal poetry’s prime.