Daylight saving time
Springing forth and falling back
Spinning on in close hauled tack
Leaving wakes of fierce held tears
In tidal bores of racing years
With no time spent in quiet peace
Burning daylight sets the pace
For this, the human race.
Tho every once and then we touch
The laid back confidence of such
Who ride the tidal force of life
In joy earned
Copyright © Donald Meikle | Year Posted 2006
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