Grains of sand slip steadily through
the hourglass
A reminder that come what may
this life shall pass
And in each grain of sand there lies
untold potential
Another moment in which to choose
life reverential
Each grain as yet an unexplored
mystery
Each alive with infinite
possibility
When your sand runs out
what will the grains be?
Regrets - or moments that were
all that they could be?
© Andrea Da Costa
"Destiny is not a matter of chance,
it is a matter of choice.
It is not a thing to be waited for;
it is a thing to be achieved."
~ W.J. Bryant
