Extra hour

The hour goes backwards,
Blankets the nation in sleep,
Tucked up in their beds,
In a rest that's so deep.

Everyone needs it,
It's been a long season,
Young and old love it,
Except me! Here's my reason.

While my wall clocks and watches,
Go back as requested,
And my boys adhere too,
So they'll wake up well rested;

Not my brain - oh NO!,
At 4am I'm awake,
Thinking of the ironing pile,
Why can't I just get a break?

Then I toss and I turn,
Lay on top of the sheets,
Get a pain in my back,
Pins and needles attacking both feet.

So I have to get up,
"But I'll stay in my pj's"
Go down and have a coffee,
Slowly start my very L o n g day.

But I spill my hot coffee,
So need to wash now,
And Netflix doesn't work either,
So I get dressed anyhow!

Sitting in the gloom,
Ironing the mountain of clothes,
I try to look for a good side,
But these are getting so old ...

I get to watch the sun rise,
Yeah on my own, once again,
I will exercise - yeah right!
My back is in excruciating pain.

I'll get all the ironing done early,
I'm clutching at straws here,
Then I'll bleach the kitchen,
My life is just sad, it is clear!

So now I'm sat here stewing,
Between asleep and awake,
With iron in my right hand,
In the left is some cake - well why not!

Too tired to really function,
But too awake to just kip,
On my own with my ironing,
Telling myself 'Just get on with it!'

Longing for my bed now,
To drift off with the sandman,
But sadly my brain will not let me,
That's not in its plan.

It'll keep me awake all day now,
On the edge of a rest,
Then at bedtime tonight,
Is when it will finish the rest.

For at ten tonight,
When I trip off to bed,
Hoping to drop off to sleep,
To finally rest my tired head.

I'll be led wide awake,
My mind thinks I have rested,
Now my nerves are so thin,
And patience is tested.

So NO I don't like the extra hour,
It'll take me months to adjust,
Then just as I settle,
As my insomnia is finally crushed,

They'll move the bloody clocks forward!!

By Becky Clemett 29.10.22