Spring Ahead

When time springs ahead, that's when I fall behind. I can't catch up with that hour; it has messed up my mind! I'll always be late, that you can count on. I'm just counting the days till I hear Winter's song. No, I don't like early dark, but I want my hour back. There are things I could have done if the day didn't lack. There's a hole in the day, like it's missing a tooth. I'm too old to lose an hour, if you must know the truth! 1