A letter to Time

Dear Time,
This is a letter of complaining about your habits. We met on October 16th, at 2:13 P.M. when I was born. However since then you have been cruel to me, and most of humanity. What is it with you? Sometimes you act like a slug, and then a cheetah. You lie and say you heal people with yourself. Sometimes that doesn't work. Then there is the whole jumping back and forth thing. On November 4, 2017, we set our clocks back an hour. My schedule will be off for the rest of the week. I hope you are happy with that.
         How do you decide who gets what amount of you? Some people get all the time in the world, while some people only get a couple of breaths. Though I do feel bad for you, you are borrowed and stolen all the time. Yet you cut yourself short. You need to straighten up Time. What is it with the whole switching from an Old man to a baby every year? None of us are fooled. The clocks are ticking for you. Who knows? Maybe in a couple hundred years, you won't matter. People won't need Time, because they have all the time in the world.
         I guess what I'm complaining about is, you giving out yourself too much, and to the wrong people. Don't give some people so much free time, and don't give other so much work. They need a balance you know? So, please time straighten yourself out man. You're so twisted, we don't know which way is clockwise.

Yours in ink,
G. Goughnour