Daylight Savings Time

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Life used to be like clockwork

We’d wake to the rooster crowing.

Now with daylight saving time

There’s no way precise way of knowing…


…What time it really is

Or who’s the one in charge.

While the sun is slowly shrinking

And the moon is waxing large.


And what of our blessed schedules

That keep us all in line?

Without that sense of order

We become impatient and unkind.


We wake up in total darkness

All our dreams are interrupted.

Our internal clocks are broken

Our days thereby corrupted.


They say farmers somehow benefit

But come let’s all be clear.

The hour that they’ve made us lose

Is the one we hold most dear.



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