Snake Eyes Poem by Tamara Turner
Snake Eyes
Am I too old?
In my hands I will hold the sands of time.
I watch the sand in my hands wither away like a flower.
I guess nothing lasts forever.
As I shout, 'What can withstand the tests of time? ! '
The suns heat beats upon my face.
There's no trees to cast a shadow.
I guess I'm alone in this endless battle.
Then off in the distance I heard a snakes tail rattle.
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