People stepping on people
With their pretentious heels
They step with a smile
Because it feels so right to them
For they have nothing more in
this world
Will never do more than put
others down
So, listen
The hourglass of life drops its
grains year after year
Whether you let these people
effect you or not
Each grain
Is shaped by us
The experiences
Good or bad we go through
Like a potter’s wheel spinning
clay
They’re shaped and reshaped by
our hearts
By our feelings
Falling
Tumbling
Squeezing their way through the
slender glass opening
Pulled tight by an invisible belt
of circumstance
Until the last grain has fallen
This poem is from my book : Petals Falling
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