Fall Behind
By now I should be quite resigned
To “spring ahead and fall behind”
But every time we change the clocks
It seems that sheer exhaustion knocks.
I wake up when I think it’s time
Though it no longer is and I’m
Unable to get back to sleep
Since daylight early starts to creep.
And then when it’s still afternoon
I eat my dinner – way too soon.
At 8 p.m., for goodness’ sake,
I’m struggling to stay awake.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2017
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