Like an Hourglass - Wax Tailor

The rain continued the following day

And the boy sat in his room, playing his records

He had been digging for sometime looking for something

Though he wasn’t quite sure for what

When his mother came to his room

She found him on the floor

He sat expressionless, as if he were bored

As children sometimes are

She knelt amongst the scattered pillows

She asked him if he understood the uniqueness of his life

She explained that moments happen only once

Like an hourglass, turned over, not able to be turned again

She said, «we are given a life to experience

To feel, we must be present in these moments…»