TELL IT TO THE HOURGLASS
Look, your sand is working its way toward the bottom a little too fast.
What happened to the hours in the hour-glass?
There’s a glitch somewhere. I swear it is.
There’s barely time to sleep and wake up again.
Did I even get four hours of shut-eye last night?
Moon said tell it to you; I said alright.
The sand heads to the bottom and I can’t compete.
Before I’ve poured the coffee and scribbled things to complete,
you’ve up and jumped to evening and then midnight arrives,
and I’ve hardly worked my way to number five.
I swear there’s some cheating. Who’s your boss?
I want to discuss this. And mark my to-do list off!
“God” you say?
Oh, well, never mind.
I didn’t know your superior was the Father of Time!
Please forgive me. I was a little brass.
By all means, carry on, Hourglass.