When I was but an innocent child
Through naive eyes the world I’d see
So little of life had I compiled
With a hungry mind, and in nature mild
The hourglass seemed so big to me
It sands flowed from infinity
Then came the boundless drive of youth
The less I knew the more I learned
My days were far too short, in truth
And night’s embrace I’d try to spurn
Too soon the hourglass would turn
There came the day where I, the man
Held this world under my thumb
As I bathed in the radiant mid-day sun
Oh! The time – how quick it ran
But not how fast did fall the sand
The hourglass, though years it span’d
Did turn so fast as if it spun
As the hourglass is new
Its asymmetry too well I know
For atop, the grains, they are so few
Each one falls within my view
And adds to the loose pile below
My life ebbs, and the pile, it grows
A long, rich life now in review
As the hourglass my last sand bestows
The Mirror 
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