Each grain of time slips down into memory,
Each second of life slips down into the past.
Many of the grains wasted on trivial doubts,
Many seconds wasted on waiting for the right choices.
The hourglass empties slowly,
Yet life is too short.
The hourglass holds such precious moments,
Yet life is sometimes taken for granted.
The hourglass may have billions of grains,
Yet it may also hold only thousands.
If you were to pick the grains back up and look at them all,
Would you know you spent your time right.
If you were to look at all the wasted time,
How would you spend what time you had left.
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