Our time consumes like smoke, and posts away,
Nor can we treasure up a month or day . . . .
Consider how the lingring hour-glass sends
Sand after sand, until the stock it spends.
Year after year we do consume away,
Until our debt to Nature we do pay.
Old age is full of grief: the life of man
(If we consider) is but like a span . . . . .
Desire not to live long, but to live well,
How long we live not years, but actions tell.
From: Rowland Watkyns, “The Hour-glass”
Ab-Sutra Wellness and Fitness 