Now Is Past
Time once again comes to light
Back one hour, wake up in a fright
End of summer thoughts of snows
Why do we do it. No one knows
Your late, the meaning trivial
An hour gone, totally immaterial
On we go, adjusting clocks
As if time cares, for our paradox
Today’s now, yesterday’s past
Into the future, an hour a-cast.
Copyright © John Scotter | Year Posted 2018
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