A Song Of Winter And Spring: Poetry depicting heartbreak And happiness

Time

Grains of sand gather
at the edge
Perched inside a cylinder of glass,
Slipping past the narrow neck,
Dangling in the groves of glass,
Just past the ledge

Each one falls
followed by another,
Landing in a sea of sand,
Unlike any other.

Every second that goes by
Another grain must fall
Some watch them
Others ignore
Not heeding them at all

Every soul will lay to rest
on their appointed day
No one knows exactly when
Or any idea what way

Their are many roads,
Tangled vines of this way and that
All widening in different
directions
Large, long, and very flat

Their are no road bumps,
harsh bends and lumps

Smooth and easy sailing
But that's not all it's entailing

Their is another way
A narrow road, steep and harsh

The rocks may cut your feet
And legs get caught in the marsh

And the very edges,
Of its narrow windings,
You will find that Holy city
And peace that surpasses understanding