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You are my hourglass.
You stand by and watch the time.
As you run away.
From the truth of living.
You are nothing but an hourglass.
As you count my life away.
Remember this.
Nothing could be further from the truth.
As you could be.
Time is unimaginable.
But it is precious.
Count the seconds.
And you lose count.
Of what reall matters.

For Grandad 1940-1996. He died of cancer with me in his arms.