All the clocks have been set back
except the one I cannot reach …
The kitchen clock, she in my sleep-
filled morning eyes, I see the first.
Again at night, my sleepless eyes
seek only her for the last hour.
Now she would make me late-to-school
and put me to bed before my time!
But I am old and cannot stand
on any thing to rise me up.
So kitchen clock remains behind,
while I meander from time to time.