THE HOUR GLASS

In my grandpa’s bedroom

stood an hour glass filled with sand;

When you turned it over, that

was when the day began.

It was the first thing he did

When he woke to greet the day,

And doing so, remarked that this was

the start of a great new day!”

But came a time, he did not rise,

Angels had carried him away,

And no one turned  the hour glass

To start a great new day

The hour glass grew dusty with neglect

and then was sold to an antiques dealer

At  least that’s what I was told,

I had no claim to anything

his daughters wanted cash and everything was sold

Or thrown into the trash;

I thought about that hour glass

Many times a day

and the dear old man I loved

more than I can say

Oh, hour glass, his hour glass,

and no one left to say,

No matter what the weather

“This is the start of a great new day!”

 

Sandra Lee Smith

originally posted September 4, 2009.

updated July 10, 2018

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