Haters of Daylight Saving Spring time change, now you have your say.
THE TIME THIEF
An hour ahead I set my clock
hoping to wake at the earlier tick-tock.
Cats wake me up. That's nothing new.
But Daylight Saving--oh, peepeepeeU!
I too hiss at my darned alarm,
grudgingly smack it with my arm,
push the pesky felines off me,
stumble to kitchen for BIG cup of coffee.
My morning comfort food cannot please
(jalapeno bagel with cream cheese).
While hoping the java will leave me wired
I yawn and mumble, “Why am I so tired?”
The sand-eyed children are all off-kilter.
My husband seems to have no filter.
Moods sour and tempers short,
we’re a family of sorts.
Pull out of the drive running ten minutes late
(or fifty ahead, the dashboard clock states).
I jab at the buttons as we round the block
and give up ‘cause no one can reset car clocks.
Pull up at school and join the drop-off line,
tap my toe ‘cause we can’t catch up with time.
Son pipes up he forgot the sack lunch I sent him.
We’re fettered to a hurry-up-and-wait momentum.
Then off to work with pedal to the floor,
hop out of the car and rush in the back door,
pounce on the timeclock, and though I’ve tried,
the boss sees I’m late. Time’s not on my side.
Daylight Savings Time, please don’t accost
my life so cruelly. An hour is lost.
I relished your gift, but that was in Fall.
In Spring you’re a thief, a curse to us all.