Awaking early,

The time clock said one,

Though the cell told of midnight,

Looking at them both at the same time,

Guess I am just too old to remember,

Time change comes the first of November,

Should have taken care of all that when it was still light,

A better time for me than when I was dragged up and surly,

Banging at the door, the little ones are still out and about,

My candy is mine, not for the grubby little hands of kids that shout…

© 10/31/11/1/20 –ed-