SANDS OF TIME

The sands of time pass relentlessly on
Heedless of the pangs of man

For millions of years
The sands of time have been running
And for more millions
They will speed on

There final destination
Man knows not
But yet pass with fury
As if they know where it ends

On through eternity
They rush forth
Never slower always faster
Heedless of the pangs of man.

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