Before the Sands Decay

It’s morning and the sandy grains
      Flow through the hourglass;
But I am focused on my trains
      And rolling in the grass–

At noontime, a persistent pour
      Drops steadily away;
But I am focused on the chore
      Of earning every day–

As evening sets, cascading sands
      Seem quicker so to fall;
But still, I focus on demands
      Before my strength does pall–

As nighttime falls, the sands of time
      Are nearly gone away;
Oh, that my life could be sublime
      Before the sands decay–