Entry - MAG Poetry Prize 2011

The Hourglass

by Nick Clement

On the mantle piece the hour glass stands,
As I sit and watch the time run through,
I watch the many different sands,
All the while thinking of you.
 
I get lost in its beauty,
I have just watched it since you went,
Without you, I have no purpose, no duty,
I don’t know for what my life is meant.
 
I can remember those times together,
And the sands seemed to fall so fast,
I remember thinking this was forever,
I remember thinking it would last.
 
But now I’m sat here all alone,
And the sands seem to fall so slow,
Just sat here watching on my own,
Just sat here watching time go.
 
And as I watch the time go by,
No water will drop from my eye,
For now my tears they have run dry,
And for now no longer can I cry.
 
There is no sand left at the top,
And at the bottom lies a mound,
And I imagine for that moment time does stop,
Until I turn the glass around.
 
I turn it so the sand can fall,
And then go back and stare,
This is my purpose, my call,
This is me when you’re not there.
 
On the mantle piece the hour glass stands,
As I sit and watch the time run through,
I watch the many different sands,
All the while thinking of you.

Added: 30.04.2011

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