When its full, sands together, <br />Only when its empty, doe’s it matter, <br />A turn of a vial, rejuvenates its style, <br />When full no attention doe’s it gather? <br /> <br />Only when its empty, doe’s it matter, <br /> <br />As complacent that we are, <br />Only when there is no more to be found, <br />do we contemplate an answer.<br /><br />Charles Garcia<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/life-like-an-hourglass/
