(I wrote this one in the third grade...)
THE SANDS OF TIME
ARE WASTING AWAY,
YET, ( I ) STILL AWAKE
TO FACE ANOTHER DAY.
THOSE SANDS, ONE DAY
WILL EVENTUALLY RUN OUT...
BUT ( I ) WON'T BE LEFT IN-DOUBT.
I'LL TURN COLD,
THEN FADE AWAY...
ONLY TO BE REMEMBERED, ( I ) HOPE,
SOMEDAY.
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