Time is like sand~
that slips through my fingers.
There is no pain~
but the memory lingers.
Time is like the stars~
which seem so far away.
There is hope~
and it is yours for a day.
Time is like the ocean~
that crushes us with the tide.
There are the waves~
that drown us in our pride.
Time is like the hope~
that keeps us in the years.
It swallows up the joy~
that took away our tears.

Copyright 1992 Heather Bahnmaier. All rights reserved.