Every November without fail, when Daylight Savings came,
Before smartphone timekeeping made it all a bore,
I'd wake up early to set back the clocks. It was a game,
Racing around the house in gleeful joy and underwear;
Feeling those plastic pinwheel gears with pudgy thumbs,
I'd celebrate the conquest of an hour of fun.
Now as I jet across six time zones in a blur
Sometimes I stop and think what would occur
If I just set my clock back by an hour,
A day, two years, a decade, maybe longer...
I'd be back home, feeling those plastic pinwheel gears with pudgy thumbs again.
But I remember then: you can set back the clocks, but time goes on...