Poem: Time

Time
By: Abbey Rutter


Up and down the hourglass
Dancing feet of Time
Slipping through the centuries
With sand dunes left to climb.

The ages pass away like fire,
Burning in the night.
They flicker while the young grow old,
And steal the fleeting light.

Then someone calls from far away
A voice to beckon on
And with it comes, a hopeful tune,
Renewed from once sad day.

We all live in the hourglass
We all will dance in time
To the beat of passing centuries,
And sand dunes left to climb.