Looking at an hourglass oft makes me wonder.
Why are the present times always harder...
Than the misty past and the glowing future.
And there are many thought, which my mind can overture.
And one of the answers, which is oft repeated.
Is in the one, which is in the hour glass seated.
Just as the center of the glass is constricted.
Where the movement of sand is most restricted.
So is our present the hardest; as each of us trickles.
Through the narrow present as the sand particles.
Longing to reach the future,leave behind our past.
Always remaining in the present, till the very last.
And how much our soul and mind may resent.
All sad thoughts and happening are always the present.
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