{"sf1_id":477037,"sf2_id":"znJjMjrn","title":"Poem #76: The Hourglass","author":"bhscorch1313","words":156,"posted_at":"2012-12-22T02:22:00.000Z","tags":["Poetry","life"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/477037-poem-76-the-hourglass","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/znJjMjrn","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/04/4b/044b7c6d-df8b-4e79-abba-ae802475fa94","description":"#77 of Poetry\n\nAssignment #5/8 of my college Creative Writing Poetry class. This poem is about freedom, discovering ourselves, and is a metaphor for what we as humans are tied to that is both necessary and unnecessary.","content":"_The Hourglass_\n\nThe sounds of an hourglass  \nAre small, but exist.  \nIts affects upon the mouse are none indeed  \nBut the effects on man are greater  \nFor the man feels rushed and hurried  \nTo complete his task in the time allotted.  \nHe hurries to complete the report  \nSo he can hold on to his job.  \nFinally, he finishes the report, and reaches for the stapler.  \nIn the process, he knockes the hourglass  \nOff of his desk,  \nAnd it shatters.  \nSending sand onto the floor  \nAfflicting the mouse with fear.\n\nThe man stops what he's doing.  \nHe stares at the broken hourglass.  \nThen, he stands up from his chair,  \nWithout paper in hand  \nAnd slowly walks out of the door of his office  \nCarrying neither his briefcase nor his coat  \nAnd walks out of the building  \nAnd down the street  \nAimlessly.\n\n~bhscorch\n\n[![Creative Commons License](http://i.creativecommons.org/l/by-nd/3.0/88x31.png)](http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nd/3.0/)\n\n\"The Hourglass\"\u0026nbsp;by bhscorch is licensed under a\u0026nbsp;[Creative Commons Attribution-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License](http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nd/3.0/).\n\n  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"Poetry","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/477035-poem-75-tapestry.json","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/481769-poem-77-carjacking-bikers.json"}}