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Falling Sands in a Glass
By Ian G. Clifton
July 23rd, 2002
I spend so much of it,
But there is always more.
Sometimes I don't have enough,
And at times I have a galore.
A stick in the sun,
Tells you all about it.
Jewelry on a wrist,
Tells you quite a bit.
But do you really need it.
How does it help?
You see the wrong numbers,
And suddenly you whelp.
It can't really be measured,
And yet we always try.
Who really needs it?
And, I wonder, why?
This poem is at an end.
I would create one more rhyme,
But you see I cannot.
I am out of time.