We move the clocks ahead tonight. The day kind of snuck up on me. It's unfair to spring forward on a cold day of rain, icy rain, and snow, bur we got off easy once again from this latest storm, so I won't complain anymore.
I have an excuse to post this poem again.
Spring Forward
The government stole an hour from me
2 am Sunday morning
when all decent people are asleep
no witnesses.
The government stole an hour from me
they don’t admit to stealing; they call
it legislating
but the two aren’t mutually exclusive.
The government stole an hour from me
they’ve got everyone in cahoots with
them
big business, schools and the media
I can’t fight them all.
The government stole an hour from me
they say they’ll give it back in November
But I want it now
Who knows?
In November, my time may be up.
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