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–