”tonight we fall back,”
she calls from the kitchen;
as another year of savings
comes to its end.
but what she doesn't know
can't comprehend is
her partner’s been scheming
to create a new trend.
the time is approaching
he hardly can wait
to make his announcement
to change his own fate
he knows it’s his moment
to make his debut
to shine in the sun, yes
they’ll adore him, he’s sure
for in secret he’s plotted
their rules to bend
their idyllic practice
he’s about to upend.
those roll-over minutes
that each Fall they give back
he’s been saving them up
for a trip to his bank.
he watched everyone else
as their hour disappears
while he’s saved up his minutes
for twenty-three years.
so this Monday’s the day
that he’s cashing them in
a whole twenty-four hours
a full day to spend;
in trade or as barter
he could gift them for free
to spend how he wants
any which way he please.
or, when all of his friends
have to roll out of bed
he’d have twenty-four hours
to roll over instead.
its not counterfeit money
he’s sure that it's not
he’s just saving his own
that yearly he got;
it can’t be a crime
its not like minutes he prints
he’s just exploited in full
their time-savings mint.
so if ever you’re time-broke
you might heed his advice
your roll-over minutes
you will save if you’re wise.
Nov 3, 2013
Nov 3, 2013 at 9:47 AM UTC
”tonight we fall back,”
she calls from the kitchen;
as another year of savings
comes to its end.
but what she doesn't know
can't comprehend is
her partner’s been scheming
to create a new trend.
the time is approaching
he hardly can wait
to make his announcement
to change his own fate
he knows it’s his moment
to make his debut
to shine in the sun, yes
they’ll adore him, he’s sure
for in secret he’s plotted
their rules to bend
their idyllic practice
he’s about to upend.
those roll-over minutes
that each Fall they give back
he’s been saving them up
for a trip to his bank.
he watched everyone else
as their hour disappears
while he’s saved up his minutes
for twenty-three years.
so this Monday’s the day
that he’s cashing them in
a whole twenty-four hours
a full day to spend;
in trade or as barter
he could gift them for free
to spend how he wants
any which way he please.
or, when all of his friends
have to roll out of bed
he’d have twenty-four hours
to roll over instead.
its not counterfeit money
he’s sure that it's not
he’s just saving his own
that yearly he got;
it can’t be a crime
its not like minutes he prints
he’s just exploited in full
their time-savings mint.
so if ever you’re time-broke
you might heed his advice
your roll-over minutes
you will save if you’re wise.
for a glimpse of how i detest this falling back and springing forward stuff, see my post six months ago... cheerio!
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/daylight-savings-lament/
