Craptastic poetry time again. Here is my second poem for http://magpietales.blogspot.com . What happened to last week’s offering? The dang thing became a story and didn’t get it finished in time. It was kinda lame anywho, filled with melodrama and ‘archetypal characters.’ I wrote a crappy story in college with the “archetypal characters ,blah, blah…..story told over and over…blech, blech….but good pacing” written on it. This story would’ve got a similar review, but I’ll drag it out someday when finished (sadly, my college one has been lost, but it was bad). I also did poetry and had to learn to stop writing greeting card stuff. This poem ain’t greeting card material unless Hallmark wants to open a “Go On and Die Already” division.
The Hourglass of Life
Into the world a baby comes,
The Hourglass of Life is set.
A game of chance has just begun,
a time for Fate to place her bet.
The baby is kept safe,
only a few grains of sand are suffered to drop.
Lucky as some hearts flutter and others stop.
From baby to toddler, from toddler to child,
the sands flow gently, death decides not to attack the mild.
Life is safe, the sands won’t stop
for the foolish teen becoming an adult.
For the adult waiting for old age,
the hourglass is now sitting on a stage,
the sand is speeding up,
but not the adult.
The end looms ahead.
The last grain seeps through
while the old heart stops ,
for another the process begins anew.