Their Own Ticking
We can’t set our internal clocks;
They manage their own ticking
And though it seems a paradox,
They can’t be changed by tricking.
For if you are an early bird,
Your body will awaken
At hours some will find absurd,
The dreamer’s world forsaken.
Yet you will revel in the dawn,
Its quiet like a buffer,
While later wake-up times will spawn
A mindset that will suffer.
For those who let the morning pass,
Reluctantly arising,
That extra sleep provides the gas
They need for energizing.
A rooster’s crow will surely jolt
Their deep and dreamy slumber
And mind and body will revolt
At daybreak’s early number.
Internal clocks are set at birth –
We have one or the other,
But my advice, for what it’s worth –
Don’t blame your dad or mother.
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