Day Light’s Saving Time
James DuganWhat right do they have to steal an hour
And give it back in Fall?
What does an hour mean if not
Everything at all?
What right do they have to extend the light
And make our mornings dark?
Why does the dusk mean more
Than the dawn’s early mark?
What right do they have to change the time
While I am asleep?
Why make a move so covert that
It is done in Night’s darkest deep?
What brazen fool winds the time ahead
With not a breath of thought?
What is lost in those minutes
Can never be captured or brought
Back to one who wakes bewildered,
Shaking from the theft,
Knowing it will take days to recover
What they had carelessly left
Out in the open to be pilfered,
Their most precious gift of time
That is lost before they knew
What possibilities of life’s sublime
Would have come in that hour?
A whispered devotion
A kiss on the forehead
A dream’s magic potion
Telling us what we could have been
If we had only that hour
That now is understood
Was never in our power.
They have every right to steal an hour
Because it was never ours at all.
An hour means nothing
If not everything at all.
Reader Comments (1)
Everyone tells me Ben Franklin is responsible for daylight savings time. I'm going to dig up his corpse and desecrate it...