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Was it worth all the sleepless nights?
Days spent hunched over a computer
All to earn the right to hunch over a computer
But for wages that'd make a mute man sing

DST hit like a party drug
As spring's first brave breezes tore trees asunder
What should be the second hour of the night
Instead paints the sky in the clearest blue

How would you have felt last week?
Same nine to five meant you'd have never seen the sun
Would you have laughed so freely
Without dearest Sol kissing your cheeks so sweetly?

We'll make a summer man out of you yet, winter boy
The world you remembered, begged for, cried for
Died the second you walked away from it
Older men became old men, and the old guard followed

The strongest roots feed the baby branches well
Feasting on apples on the shoulders of giants
You save the day for old heroes
Who were already old before you were born

She once told me "it'll happen if it's meant to be."
So was this meant to be?
Three boats and a helicopter later, I remain unsure
God helps those who help themselves

He once told me "a real man makes his own luck."
Yet the apples on which I feast were a group effort
Soil, water, seeds and time
And the trillions of cells that united to make Me

Hot in the winter and frostbitten in the summer
Roll up your sleeves and put on your sneakers
Shake off the DVT and face the sun
We'll make a summer man out of you yet, winter boy

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