“Like sand through the hourglass
So are the days of our lives”
Maybe they were just words read for a show
Added days, something each of us strives.
Too often it seems our life is like sand
Slipping as through fingers all too fast
Do we make the most of the time we possess
Do we live each day as if it were our last.
Do you feel you have left an impression
Have you left footprints in another’s sand
Will your legacy be one of which to be proud
Or will the wave remove any trace it found.
Hopefully our life does more than slip away
True it is what each of us make of our day
I’ll hope that impressions I’ve left behind
Are ones those I’ve touched feel should stay.