It’s gone for another year
I long to get it back
365 days before
My extra hour in the sack
Can I take them all at once?
A gift from time, for me?
But may I forfeit spring forward
This my timely plea.
It’s gone for another year
I long to get it back
365 days before
My extra hour in the sack
Can I take them all at once?
A gift from time, for me?
But may I forfeit spring forward
This my timely plea.
Poetry of Every Day 