Hourglass

Time, what is time? Relentless and an unstoppable force The passage of time, how is it measured? An hourglass, A glass that measures hours Particles of sand pours down Adding on and not subtracting Multiplying and not dividing A continuous stream of motion Accumulating Counting Day by day Minute by minute Time flies I caught it, in my hourglass I grasp the hands of time tightly All written in a clear record And held under a death-defying grip That remains and is never unleashed Hearing the sand slither down Second come; second goes Where does it go? I do not know Maybe, time travelers know, ask them Look for them at the portal’s entrance Traveling through the sands of time The same time which is encapsulated Alas, within my hourglass undoubtedly preserved within