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HOURGLASS
The grains of sand slowly trickled,
down the space from one
glass cage to another separated
by a hollow long chasm delaying the flow.
One started losing time beneath its feet,
While the other hoarded time within
the strong grips of his hands.

I sat and watched.

As the sand grains started slipping,
the hands below grew greedier & greedier.
The feet above grew weaker & weaker.
Until the top cage was void and barren with
Bottom cage filled to brim with selfishness.
The above wailed while the below laughed.
Decays of time was seen evident.

I rotated the hourglass.

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