The God Of Time Is Tired Poem by Edward Punales

He's always tired,
Tired because no one likes him,
Always accusing him of working,
Too slowly,
Or too quickly.

No one sees the subtly
Of his work,
Of The precision involved,
In winding the great clock of the universe.

The pain of watching things we love die,
Or suffering through impatience,
While waiting for salvation,
Mere side effects of his great plan.

It's all worth it.
It's all for the greater good.
This is what he tells himself.

But even The God Of Time,
Is not immune to his machinations.

Time has taken its toll on him,
Made him weary,
And the price is this;
He is tired.