Sand Grains
Sand grains trickle through a child's hands;
Slowly he becomes an adult.
Mike Stone
SourceLicence:CC BY-ND 4.0
Sand grains trickle through a child's hands;
Slowly he becomes an adult.
Two short lines of sand and one of growing up, and the poem's whole idea sits in the comparison between them. A child holds sand in his hands and lets it run out, the way anyone might at a beach or in a sandbox. The poem suggests that this simple, playful act is also a picture of time passing.
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