Time Date: Saturday, 6th August 2011 @ 11:30:30 AM AEST Topic: Sad Poetry Contributed By: erniej Time, as if hurried to leave The span of a second, life's gift to me An hourglass of sand, while sifting away Will significance or merit be brought about From any undertakings made today? Efforts and toils, gain or loss Aspiration derived worthy of cost? To life brought in, in time be without Ashes to ashes, dust to dust Any necessity of existence be brought about? Pondering such thoughts, a young man delays Obsess old men at the end of their days This poem is Copyright © erniej Important note: ALL POETRY ON THIS SITE IS COPYRIGHT. If you wish to use any poem for any purpose, please either EMAIL Mick from the sites feedback form, or go to the AUTHOR'S site and EMAIL the author for permission. If you Email Mick for permission on any poem that is not his personal works, he will endeavor to contact the author on your behalf. This poem comes from Your Poetry Dot Com https://www.your-poetry.com/ The URL for this poem is: https://www.your-poetry.com/route.php?page=poetry/PoemDetail&story_id=166940