Golden sand in the hourglass flows
It falls like effervescent rain, and the storm never slows
The jewels of light are always falling, cascading
Each on a unique second, yet they're always fading
Growing dimmer and dimmer still
Like embers of the ending day will
Like the sun setting over the distant hill
As I forlornly watch from my window sill
Cherish each golden particle inside the hour glass
They're gold because they're valuable, so disregard their mass
The moments drift down like fireflies
Every today is yesterday's tomorrow
Brevity is their name, then they die
So be grateful, no matter where the light goes
Even make use, of the old charred remains
For the charcoal is fuel for the fire in our brains
Time is immaterial; as it bleeds it can never be recovered
Unless in memory; the land of the so surely sundered
So live for the moment, the minute, the day
Carpe diem so tomorrow you can do the same
