Master Time

My woes are many and ever painfully afflict, Fears fetter and doubts dog; My whole estate is abstract absurd: Front and back are wound in a clog, Both inside and out are beaten hard And either from other I cannot tell apart. And dear reader do you not with me empathize, As the wheels of fate my chariots sweep astray? Not one in the world a piece of mercy seems to show, My sails are dark and the bargains quite low; I cannot venture a tomorrow’s reflection, For crammed with enough murk is each day: Adequate for its length and not beyond, And surely not of any little measure. The cure for all was long prescribed: Master Time the healer of both the disease And the hallucinations it inscribed; The panacea dose of all ages. May he tick away day after day And flip his clandestine pages, Mapping out both will and way. Now, dear Master Time, caressing my every aching part, Nurse my frail bones and balm my fractured heart; Serve me the cold drink of your patient progression Towards my final relief and ransom.