Taken for granted

All that I took for granted

Now slips between my fingers

Like sand in my hand.

The harder i try to clinch it

The faster it leaves.

These days I walk home

with nobody to an empty house.

I don't hear the birds chirping these days.

Barren trees, rotten leaves fill the pavement.

The flowers on the roadside

have already withered.

As the cold winter wind runs

Its fingers through my hair

I get reminded of the bright sunny days

That I spent in the garden

Playing and running with my dad.

Life was beautiful with lilies dancing

in the warm summer breeze.

I reached to the key under the door mat.

Pushed the door open with a loud creek.

Sat at the table in my room

And started to write

How All that I took for granted

Now slips between my fingers

Like sand in my hand.

The harder i try to clinch it

The faster it leaves.