Daylight Saving Time
I own eight or nine clocks, plus a watch.
It bugs me when they don’t all read the same,
So I adjust them constantly, to match
The rates they run at and the times they change.
And when I almost get them all dialed in
They pull this nonsense, spring forward, fall back,
And I have to reset them all again
And they all get completely out of whack.
As hobbies go, it is a bitter cup,
This fiddling with the knobs and dials to make
The numbers work out, setting myself up
For being toyed with by the hand of fate,
Like that old Greek guy pushing on his rock.
And time keeps gushing by, tick tock, tick tock.