Born of Clay

Born of clay and grime
Being human tis only crime
Years slowly pass
Waning through hourglass

Spent stars gild grain
Pendulous epoch chain
Phasing fleet descent
Hoard sand but shan’t repent

Wrinkles on roadmap face
Youth fades without trace
Hearts remember yesteryear
But mirrors only reflect what’s clear.

Universal truth tis there
And so willing to share.
When all sands run through
At end, dirt will make room for you.