Slap In the Face
Just a cold, hard slap in the face
Is Daylight Savings Time to morning place
Winter’s drive is dark and cold
Headlights searching for deer in the road
But March brings the sun like golden ripe fruit
To brighten my chores and morning commute
For just a while I pretend it will last
Try to keep winter’s veil in the past
But then the inevitable Monday comes
Because someone decided this silly thing should be done
I’ve changed the clock the night before
So once again only darkness awaits out my door
For another month
I keep the dark pace
Whoever thought of this needs a slap in the face!
Copyright © Chris Hagy | Year Posted 2017
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