THE SANDS OF TIME
By John Thomas Tuft
Sifting through the whispers that I’ve piled in a corner
Treading softly so as not to disturb even a shadow
I come across several memories of those who have faded in
And then faded out of my life leaving behind joy and sorrow.
Driving across the prairie looking through the cracks in my heart
I think of those who have loved me then became ghosts
And the ones I walked away from so they could not see me run
The sands of time don’t give a damn and neither do they boast.
Floating down a river held up by all of my misgivings
The things I was so sure of, the people that I counted on
Wishing I was a cowboy riding off into the sunset
But my horse would remind me that I was the one who ran the con.
Seeking mighty purpose until I decide the precious is finding joy
Giving away all freedom for the sake of love
The sands of time mark the journey without pausing
And when I finish mark my passing by releasing a purple dove.