Sands of time

Sand golden sand, flowing through my hand like time that escapes us
all.
We used to play. Content.
For hours on end we watched the world as the shadows grew tall.
What mysteries were to be found in spacious ground granny called
garden? We did not know.
But with gun in hand to a faraway land we pursued to conquer foe.
You were the hero!

" Bang, bang, your dead! "

But no wound would show, no blood would flow and the villians never
died, only came back for more.
It was no longer a garden. It was a jungle!
Thick with trees and green upon green, with madmen and murderer
unseen.
Except to you and me, who defied fear, saved the world and got home in
time for tea.