Hourglass

For no human can so easily elude the simple passage of time itself.

Through the neck of the hourglass that sand does fall,

Filtering down until it runs dry,

Closer and closer is that alabaster hall.

Oh how time soars; oh how it can crawl

Yet either way the end is nigh

Through the neck of the hourglass that sand does fall.

As the grains slip away you do recall

Not possessions, but instead that blue sky

Closer and closer is that alabaster hall.

And as the last of the sand trickles down you feel so small

Under the scrutinizing gaze of the watchful eye

Through the neck of the hourglass that sand does fall.

Once the glass stands empty you may stand tall,

in a golden field of honeyed rye.

Closer and closer is that alabaster hall

No matter if you hide or stall,

Your time grows short and you will die.

Through the neck of the hourglass that sand does fall, 

Closer and closer is that alabaster hall.

Author's Note

Trying my hand at a villanelle.
I very much so need more practice this type, it does not come too naturally to me.