The clocks go back an hour's time, <br />Just like they did last year, <br />No 2nd chance, we've got 2 climb <br />Stepladders still, I fear... <br />2 twiddle with the hour hands <br />2 get the darn things right, <br />I'm sure each person understands, <br />It's not safe while at night! <br /> <br />A power cut and we'll fall down, <br />Good luck with how we land, <br />No wonder that I wear a frown <br />At how such things are planned... <br />But if we wait till daylight shows, <br />We sleep and then forget, <br />Until confusion grows and grows <br />That each knows with regret... <br /> <br />I'll put a note beside my bed, <br />My kettle and TV, <br />Reminding that there's change ahead <br />And so it's up 2 me... <br />Since 2am is far 2 late, <br />For folks 2 play tick-tock, <br />I'll put things right at half-past-eight, <br />Instead of 2 o'clock! <br /> <br /> <br />Denis Martindale, copyright, October 2013.<br /><br />Denis Martindale<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-clocks-go-back/
