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About This Author
 Writing poetry allows me to exercise my imagination and share it with others. I strive to write for the benefit of the reader using carnival fun mirror images of my life's experiences.
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| Every day for a month I watched it coming nearer, I reminded myself to spring forward early Saturday morn. I marked on my calendar pad to make it much clearer, Telling myself it's the day before the day I was born. Saturday I awoke with no alarm to tell me, "Get up now," Snoozing in a way that would make any emperor proud. Barely able to set up, I was wearing my typical sleep scowl, Thankful today I didn't have to face that working crowd. In my usual way, I automatically moved numb and hazy, Fixing my coffee, making sure I've taken all of my meds. The sun shining down on my country town was amazing, A table with a monitor and keyboard pulled next to my bed. All day long I wrote poetry and songs, taking it easy, Once in a while I would sing an old bluegrass tune. Later that day I searched the net for something sleazy, Didn't occur at all that an hour had already been hewn. It got late, I checked the clocks that hadn't been set yet, Not until the next day did I recall Daylight Savings Time. The computer's clock told me what I happened to forget, I felt as if I were judged guilty and the victim of a crime. I meekly reported to work an hour behind that Sunday, Should've been there at one o'clock but it was 2 pm. Other's were late, even my supervisor had gone astray, I felt like a fool but the chance of losing my job was slim. There's an hour of pay I'll not receive on next payday, I feel like I was duped and don't think it's very fair. Leave us alone, leave time where it is, I humbly pray, Why hassle us to free up bucks for some billionaire?
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