Like an Hourglass

[Story]
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..."