Seconds and minutes
held in a miserly grip
waiting for the right time
to spend this treasure
Hours and days
carefully hoarded
to use on that
proverbial rainy day
Weeks and months
unused for fear
of squandering
what can’t be recovered
I saved it all up for years
and life passed me by
As the sands of time
slipped silently away
© 2014 Uma Venkatraman ~ All Rights Reserved
held in a miserly grip
waiting for the right time
to spend this treasure
Hours and days
carefully hoarded
to use on that
proverbial rainy day
Weeks and months
unused for fear
of squandering
what can’t be recovered
I saved it all up for years
and life passed me by
As the sands of time
slipped silently away
© 2014 Uma Venkatraman ~ All Rights Reserved
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