Those grains keep
Slipping through
The narrow conduits

It slowly empties
The glass is flipped
And everything repeats

However much we strive
To slow it down
Or stop it

It makes us grayer
Slightly slower
As we age bit by bit

In the very end
You realise
That time has been a friend

Through changing tide
Through ups and downs
It never left your side

~

N/A: My entry for the Poets Pub's Random poetry prompt: «Write a poem about your interpretation of the Sands of time»