IT'S TIME

The shallowness of the empty tides
Smashing the rocks o'er and o'er again.
The fading lights of the Sun,
Casting sad shadows all around.
The roughness of the smooth sand;
The depths of the rising oceans;
The oyester who is unable
To produce any more pearls,
Burying itself deep into the shore', ashamed,
Waiting for the ravages of time to
Remove its remnants from earth in due time.
The deep sad cries of happy sea-gulls,
All this and much more,beckon to me
As the sands of time slowly fill up
My hour-glass, and remind me
To walk into the deep,placid waters,
Singing sweet melancholies to me '
Its time, its time, its time...'