Time Has almost Run Out

Time Has All But Run Out

Time has all but run through the hour glass,

The Sand has all but trickled to an end

Faces on the clocks of different zones

Ticking, Ticking,

Calling us home.

Cracked Earth, parched souls,

Empty pockets, hollow hearts

Crying rivers, flooded Tears

Feeling Separate,

Through Aeons of years

Waking to the Bell of Alarm

Ticking minutes upon your left arm

Ruled by Time a day goes by

Head bent in work and Sighs

Wishing Days and weeks would Fly

Then wondering where was time spent

As Sand did trickled on

And Days did turn

While Man and Woman Yearn

We have much to learn

Time is almost Done

Before A life has begun

As new-born cries

We shower pollution

From our Skies

Time

Is

Almost

Done.

(C) Dreamwalker