HOURGLASS

HOURGLASS

A strange thing

Happens to me

Every holy morning

I seem to wake up the same

Just like yesterday

I yawn and stretchTo wake me upBut I feel like I’mA little differentI just don’t know if for the betterOr for worseIt’s still too early to tellSomething changed in meNot exactly in shape And yes, in content;There inside me In the recesses of my soulIt’s almost imperceptibleIt’s like the wind whippingThe beach dunesLike rainwater Opening crevasses in the mountainsLife is richerBut it slips through my fingersStrangely Little by little it disappearsIt’s inevitable…I’m the same old me But not yesterdayIt’s unavoidableIn the mists of timeSlowly I’m the one who falls apart…Paulo Rebelo, doctor, writer and poet