The way is long under the heat of the sun.

The camel and rider travel as one.

The roast of the sand beneath its feet,

Dribbles through the hourglass until time to meet.

The moment of deletion, life’s glory gone.

Booze, cigarettes, cancer, none of them won.

Time is the boss in our house of straw.

How long we live is the luck of the draw.

by Georgina Mueller