A lost Chance

Listless Sand breaks and bends
Freed from the twining arms of the Hourglass
A second a minute an hour a Day is lost
As each waves crests and breaks on the Shoal
At the end of it we turn back to look at the all Work done
And see but the vast that is still left undone
A sad penny drops
A drop, a dew burns
Where is this end?
The Horizon that goes further still
Where is that which will matter
Where is that which brings life back
As the sand slips from listless fingers forlorn
I look and Life; why is it still alone!