Hard Times Poem by MOHAMMAD SKATI

We are not in one hard time, but We are in many hard times. Hard time hardens my heart, My mind, and everything in me. It controls everything in me And even in my warm blood. Everyday it does it erosion In my hard and strong rock. It's hard time that squeezes My feelings and emotions. It darkens everything in me And in everything around me. Hard times sweep me and sweep All that is good in me. One hard time creeps into my Life and kills my dreams. Hard times or hard time get Me with their hard covers. They toil me and they tire The years of my life. It's not a nice time, but it's The hard coffin of my time. It's hard time that kills me With its rude and ugly sword. Hard time controls all love In me and turns me into a nut. Hard times are hard and consumed By my poor body and my mind. It's like all hard rocks that fall On my poor head in one time. There is no difference between One time or more times. This is the ugly face of the Hard time or times.