With each turn of the hourglass
the past becomes the future
each one a fleeting moment
but the sand remains the same
for time cannot be reversed
the grains must trickle down
years slip through my fingers
and I watch as life is measured
in this fragile glass of time
now frozen in the moment
a sudden pause in the flow
it struggles with its task
as I ponder the possibility
if only we could pause our hearts
© Ann Bagnall
Annie's Poetry 