The Lost Hour
I lost two golden hours
somewhere yesterday
between the dawn of morning
and closing of the day.
Each of these lost hours
was a rare and precious-gem
for sixty diamond minutes
adorned each of them.
I did not really own them
they were only loaned to me,
to be used in helping others
and in my best interest you see.
But they are charged against me
and for them I must pay
in one way or another
tomorrow or today.
No reward is offered for them
no need for them to yearn
for they are gone forever
never to return
I know I'll never find them
no matter where I stray
I could have used them wisely
but I idled them away.
I never can recall them
no matter how hard I try
for they are gone forever
no more to pass me by.
But, while I'm permitted
upon this earth to dwell
the rest of time to me committed
I shall guard it, and will swell.
