Poem 24: Falling Back

Why is there a need

to wake later than in spring?

Why is there a plight

to lose the evening light

just to gain some morning bright?

Why is there a rush

to change time from constant hush?

Why do we fall back

or spring ahead and thus

rearrange time just because?

Yet we must push or pull our clocks back

save an hour, rest from lack

But remember this:

the sun has changed

no little bit.

Though, all the same

one hour

has been truly gained.