Winter is coming
An hour repeat.
Gain one hour of shut-eye
Propping up our feet.
Change the clock on the stove
Change the clock, microwaving
Change the clock on the mantle,
Changing clocks, you’ll be slaving.
On your own, you. Go quick or go slow
Directions without? That’s a yes or a no!
Now sun on the street, shines at 7AM
You check this clock and that
Trying not to forget ’em.
On your own, you. You go quick or go slow
Directions without? It’s a yes or a no.
With the speed of a youngster
To this room and that,
You flit here and there
Time not for chit-chat.
And you may not find any
In some certain rooms,
No clocks in the shower
Nor next to perfume.
Time goes slowly on this very dark morn,
What was 8 is now 7.
It makes you forlorn.
Hungry for lunch, you certainly feel
Because 11 was noon yesterday,
Making you squeal.
The day is off kilter,
It brings up a frown,
You feel sort of angry,
A little bit down.
But finally, each clock,
On this dreary slow day,
Is now showing time right,
Or that’s what they say.
You sit down and ponder
Smiling broad and sincere,
You did it, you did it,
Without any fear.
No directions were needed
To set your world straight.
Six used to be seven
And seven used to be eight.
Don’t race ahead,
You’re right on the money.
What?
It’s bedtime already?
Time change is quite funny.
To bed in the night.
Eyes look through lashes,
My brain says, “Oh Heaven’s.
Where are my glasses?”
A book I will read,
Time change is the worst.
Changing the clocks,
The whole thing is cursed.
For listening to my tale
I thank you, so much.
Writing ’till next spring
We’ll stay in touch.
Thank you, Dr. Seuss, for introducing me to words and helping me learn to read. J