I know this poem is bad, but I just wanted to see what you thought.( I cant write poetry at all, this was a feeble try)
This hourglass,
Is tiny
No more than one inch tall.
With its smooth golden stand
And its pale cream sand
That you can hear if you hold it
to your ear
Flowing back and fourth, back and fourth.
Like the tide
Flowing in and out, in and out
Its scent
Like coins and cinnamon
I wonder where its been?
