There is something very human,
About daylight savings,
Aligning the summer months,
To make the most of the sun.
***
Each country with it’s own rules,
No countries can agree,
When to set the clocks,
An action that has no effect,
On the nature around us.
***
The only unifying thing,
Is the lack of unity,
And the mass confusion,
That seems to happen.
***
The UK rule is simple,
When someone explains it,
The morning of the last Sunday,
Of March and October,
Spring forward,
Fall back.
***
Except for that time,
When the UK did GMT+2
British Double Summer Time,
A war time for wartime.
***
Whatever time you call it,
Based on your clocks,
Wherever on this globe,
You call your home,
Whenever you want to call it.

©The Pesky Poet

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