Déjà Day

Suddenly it’s lighter later.
Should I go to bed, or wait, or
What? I don’t know what my role is
 From, say, May ’til summer solstice.
Feels like I should carpe diem,
Seizing sunbeams as I sees ’em,
But my body clock is lagging–
9:15 my ass is dragging,
Bound for downtown Slumber Junction.
What’s the use, if I can’t function,
Of the Sandman marking time?
When there’s hay needs hitting, I’m
The guy the farmer’s counting on.
Enjoy your déjà day! I’m gone.


About Michael

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