March 9th 2014
Soon time's change will be calling,
Its spring forward then fall back.
Shades of night are slowly falling,
Makes my head go clickty clack.
We work and save until we retire,
Thinking we'll enjoy a life of ease.
Only to find we're about to expire,
And Daylight Saving Time's a tease.
None of this seems to make sense,
I've never seen this time we save.
At least so far I'm not past tense,
Its sunup till set, until the grave.
Copyright © Tom Wright | Year Posted 2014
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