Nursing Home Reflection

A Child
Sifting grains of sand in his hands
Does not realize
That as the grains slip quickly
Through his fingers
So will the cycle of his lifetime
For tomorrow, he will be an old man
Grasping for the last sands
Of his life
Which will finally fall free
Only moments away
And his life will drift out
Into the sea
Just a distant memory
For as the child laughs today,
His own children will mourn
Tomorrow...