SAND OF OURSELVES
By
Claire Campana


Timeline: After "All About Eve" (Day 150)
Author's E-Mail: ClaireG889@aol.com


AUTHOR'S NOTES:
Here's a poem I wrote a couple days ago and after sending it to a few my friends, I feel confidant enough to post it. This poem is about feelings some of the group might have had after putting Devon in coldsleep. Claire


_Sands Of Ourselves_

The sands of ourselves slips through our fingers
Like an unrelenting hour glass
The sand falls
Never to return to where it was.
The days fly by
The minutes die
We trudge forward
Thinking not that there may be no tomorrow
We speak cruelly
We hurt others
We think not that we may have no tomorrow
Let us live our lives as if we do not have another day
For our lives are like hour glasses
The sands of ourselves slowly falls.




This text file was ran through PERL script made by Andy. Original text file is available in Andy's Earth 2 Fan Fiction Archive.