I’m the derelict of your sands
and in auspicious fancy,
I sequester my demands…to you.
How you taunt me aimlessly
with your endless ebbs and tides
shifting like the ocean waves
through all my days and nights.
What if it were, I’d bottled you
and held you for eternity
like Pandora’s box, you’d escape
Like a genie, you’d be freed.
So time, play on your gentle reed
through the streams of life you’ll flow
and in a simple hourglass,
Your sands impart my soul.
Acceptance of Time
By CarolAnn Bailey-Lloyd – Social Media and More
Excerpt from her FREE Downloadable eBook, “Awakenings”