in love with time

I lie in my bed and watch her go,
Of her I spat and took advantage.
Sometimes she’s my friend; sometimes she’s my foe,
Because of this sin, she’s caused me great damage.

The next morning I awaken to her unchanging face,
Only to fuss about our new day.
So she walked out again and I stayed in place,
Struggling to find the right words to say.

The third morning we rose with a new understanding,
I kissed her forehead and embraced her soul.
It feels good to be argument free, without reprimanding,
Now we embark on the day as a whole.

Her name is a virtue, that we struggle to find,
O, how I fell in deep love with Time