THE TIME

Oh you time
You unspeakable, relentless time.
Sometimes I adore you
One time I curse you.

Sometimes you run between my fingers
like the finest desert sand.
Another time you drag yourself forward, heavy and sluggish.

But you never stop
Your path never ends.
It seems to me that you are walking in circles.

And yet our hours are numbered.
Chasing me relentlessly from place to place
And woe to me if I don't get to it!

Then you punish me with your magnifying glass.
Put it in front of your eye and look down at me.
Point your finger at me and call out in a sanctimonious voice:
“Why didn't you hurry.
Have I not already given you enough of myself? "