Wasted, she had squandered the priceless commodity called time.
She frantically scooped what she had left.
She struggled to fill up her basket of life to no avail.
The sands of time slipped through her fingers and vanished into nothingness.
She mourned and groaned, regretting her wasted opportunities.
“I wish I had wisely managed this treasure that numbered my days,” she mused.