Forgive Me, Time

I have not loved Time enough.

I have neglected her.

A busy husband chasing after glory

While she, ever dutiful,

spreads dust on my bookshelf,

wrinkles my forehead,

brings new babies into the light,

buries old and weary travelers.

She makes my life new again.

Every moment

and still I neglect her marvelous work.

The Sun answers her call every morning.

The Moon dances to her tune at night.

How have I been so blind

to this passionate devotion?

In my sleep, she lays with me.

As I scurry about my daily diligence

there she is, right by my side

with new and astounding surprises!

Her gifts are innumerable.

How could I ever give back

to her in kind?

Forgive me, Time.

I take granted all your best efforts.