Poem 469 – BST

Tonight, a theft,
As time is taken,
Some sixty minutes of
Sleep deprivation.

Swiped from under
Our weary eyes.
Predictable,
Yet still a surprise.

But do not fear,
This thief relents,
Each and every year,
And pays recompense!

Don’t forget the clocks go forward tonight (in the UK). Who will turn up an hour later for church tomorrow!…
(29.03.25)

© Ben Quant 2025
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