Clocks change
Clank, grind, push, shove.
Back an hour.
Oh no!
It means?
Ummmm, an hour late?
An hour early?
What was 3 is now 2.
But at least the sun is up
No more going to work in the dark
No more stumbling around.
Around the world we all adjust
Time marches on
We have to keep up
It slows for no man
Just numbers for measuring the day
Knowing when to get up,
Run round, sit down,
Eat and sleep.
We live at the mercy of time
We each have a finite amount.
How we use it, is what matters.
Oh what time is it?
Morpethroad 
This summarises things perfectly. I felt quite sad that this year the clocks changed on mother’s day in the UK (last weekend) so we lost an hour of my very favourite day of the year!
Thanks Pooky. Well sometimes things happen and we don’t have much control over them. Mums day is in May here.
It scares me a little when people mentioning our time is finite and will run our….it’s reality but I admit I don’t like to really think about it
I think many of us are in denial Justine, especially when you get to my age.
True x
I hate when the time changes, as I see no use for it nowadays. But we deal the best we can. I liked this Michael. I agree also we each have only so much time in our lives, we do need to use it well.
We do Jackie, to our advantage every day. Thanks so much for the comment.
The poem and image jive nicely
Great work… thanks and blessings
~ Eric
Thank you so much Eric, please call again.
Our lives in so many ways dictated by a clock, I hate when day light savings finishes, as it’s a reminder that cold weather is upon us 😦 you are right how we use it is what matters, tick tock… 🙂
Thanks Jenny. I can understand that thought living down your way.
😦 sigh
Oh the confusion that a one hour time change brings…
Tell me about it. Thanks for reading my friend.