the Hourglass

Pensive tears of Yesterday
The Sands of Time have washed away.
Languid Echoes fill my ears
With tones much faded with the years.
Lovely faces, now so paled;
Attempts to keep them true have failed.
Love forgotten; beauty lost;
Shattered dreams; intentions tossed.
Untrod roads still lend a chance
Of hope unveiled and sweet romance.
So the sympathy’s do chime
Of life forever kept by time.