Within the sound of tomorrow

There's no more time to borrow

Now the day's over, all of the twenty-five

Hope you made the best of it, and survived



It was kind of fun having the extra long day ...

Altho' confusion became the order that swayed

As clocks and watches not turned the hour back

Were at odds at times, throwing you out of whack



But now it's over and tomorrow will be twenty-four

A straight-forward day ... with nothing (no extra) more

So the clocks will construct our days once yet again ...

Without further complications until Spring reclaims ....



- Tristram



(c) Christopher W. Thomas

12:08am Monday, Oct. 26th, 1998