Slowly sliding like hourglass sands,
My time is slipping through my hands.
I hear the tick and tock of passing time,
The clock of my life continues to chime.
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Before The dust to dust still have so many good things to to. Kiss to kiss, hugs to hugs, love tlove and on and on.... Belíssimo your poem! ! !