Saving Time
There's no one here,
just me and my dog
and the ticking of the clock,
some say hey, it's an hour late
daylight savings time pushes ahead,
but for me, it's okay, it's fine
though right now, I'm an hour behind;
the day still comes and goes
rising sun and fallen snow,
pale blue gray skies are on the fly
time forever slowing, rushing by,
all the creatures on earth know
life is steady in its flow,
morning dew on winter's chilled grass
futures waiting on the lost past;
a word, a thought, a smile, a laugh
everything is new but never lasts,
today completes our yesterdays
and now is ever slipping fast away,
hold on tight, the epic ride begins
blowing east, west, north, south on the winds,
until there's no one left to stay
n the foolish games we constantly play,
the changing times never move us forward or back
and all we're left with is a reality fact.
Copyright © DM Babbit | Year Posted 2023
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