The Glass is broken
The glass is broken time stands still
Sand can no longer the bottom fill
I need the time to rush by fast
Still it dithers and minutes last
No need to rush, time I must kill.
It's cruelty stands against my will
Because of this life has no thrill
I'm forced to capture what has past
The glass is broken.
When we meet again see it overfill
In a time that's less than miniscule
Why is time so poorly miscast
When then we pray to see at last
No sand will fall and time stands still
The glass is broken.
The glass is broken time stands still
Sand can no longer the bottom fill
I need the time to rush by fast
Still it dithers and minutes last
No need to rush, time I must kill.
It's cruelty stands against my will
Because of this life has no thrill
I'm forced to capture what has past
The glass is broken.
When we meet again see it overfill
In a time that's less than miniscule
Why is time so poorly miscast
When then we pray to see at last
No sand will fall and time stands still
The glass is broken.
The Poets Garret
WildCity Writers' Workshop
Poetry Challenges
Selected Poetry
