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THE SANDS OF TIME

By: Philip Roberts

Page 1, A very early poem, from the 1970s, perhaps my first porm where each verse is a separate haiku poem.

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Which control our existence,
Are fast running out.

Borrowed moments
Must be repaid with,
Alarming interest.

Life is slowly
Grinding to a halt,
Before our very eyes.

Misty feelings
Control all our emotions,
Control all our reasoning.

People touch us and
Some small part of them,
Rubs off onto us.

But now time's sands
Are running out, as our lives,
Are fast running out.

THE END
© Copyright 2011
Philip Roberts

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