It’s Gone
I woke up early, but it was later than I knew…
Learned about a missing hour, what should I do?
How do you lose an hour, did my clock spring forward by itself?
That doesn’t make any sense it was sitting on the shelf.
I began looking to and fro, come out you cannot hide,
Still, I could not find it anywhere, no matter how I tried.
Could there be a half second hiding between the tick and tock?
I will have to ask the repairman whose works on my clock….
I looked in the basement, and out behind the shed,
But I’m afraid my hour is gone, that is my greatest dread.
Things I could have accomplished, the things I could have done…
Better yet with that hour, think of all the fun.
I will keep on looking, but I fear it doesn’t want to be found
For it left in the darkness when no one was around…
I will be more careful this summer, of my minutes keeping better track…
Then maybe by this fall….I will uncover my hour back….
I woke up early, but it was later than I knew…
Learned about a missing hour, what should I do?
How do you lose an hour, did my clock spring forward by itself?
That doesn’t make any sense it was sitting on the shelf.
I began looking to and fro, come out you cannot hide,
Still, I could not find it anywhere, no matter how I tried.
Could there be a half second hiding between the tick and tock?
I will have to ask the repairman whose works on my clock….
I looked in the basement, and out behind the shed,
But I’m afraid my hour is gone, that is my greatest dread.
Things I could have accomplished, the things I could have done…
Better yet with that hour, think of all the fun.
I will keep on looking, but I fear it doesn’t want to be found
For it left in the darkness when no one was around…
I will be more careful this summer, of my minutes keeping better track…
Then maybe by this fall….I will uncover my hour back….
Ronald J. Curell
March 2014
