It Goes So Fast - A poem

Eddied time, drifting
slowly through the glass
counts the moments, shifting
seconds towards our last.

Grains of sand fall,
each an inevitability,
none can forestall
our mortal liability.

A count in reverse
from full to empty.
What earned this curse;
thief of what was once aplenty.

Each transitory moment
all petered out one-by-one;
a frittered away endowment,
promises undone.

A poem by Harakhte