The Timekeeper

The Timekeeper sat down with his clock,
Running sand right through his stock,
The hour glass showed it fall,
The grains were lives of people all.
How time moves, he knew so well,
Who lives how long, he could tell,
Some leave early some leave late,
That is all what is called fate.
It is there for some to be,
Few of them can only see,
One day once the clock has stopped,
It is gone, all that was shopped.
He is looking all the while,
Making sure that some can smile,
What if all the sand is drained,
Turn it over, start again.