I’m writing to the President.
I only have one plea.
Can’t we agree upon One Time,
and then just let it be?
I’m writing to the President.
I only have one plea.
Can’t we agree upon One Time,
and then just let it be?
My candle burns for all the world.
Its flame stands clear and true.
It shines for people ev’rywhere,
and it also shines for you.
There are clocks on the table
and clocks by the door.
And clocks I don’t know
what they’re for.
There’s a clock on the stove
and clocks on the wall
and clocks on nails
running down the hall.
There are clocks by the bed
and a clock on my arm
and some with a shrill
wake up alarm!
There’s a clock in the car
and the microwave
and some are programmed
with times to save.
And they all have to be changed.
I’m changing my clocks an hour back.
The semi-annual Clock Attack.
It’s a stupid, useless, pointless chore.
I sure don’t know what it is for.
They’re messing with our time again,
a process I bemoan.
The time was working well for me.
Why can’t they leave it alone?
An “atmospheric river of rain”
is pouring from the sky –
erasing ling’ring mem’ries of
a summer that was hot and dry.
May peace be with you through this day.
May truth and honor guide you.
May wisdom mark the words you say.
May courage walk beside you.
My eggplant’s getting moldy.
It gets mushier ev’ry day.
I never plan to cook it.
It cost too much to throw away.
It’s voting time.
And, I’m proud to say
I’ve done my part
for the USA!
Halloween is a friendly scene.
It’s an eve of fun and laughter.
It’s a whiff of joy
for each girl and boy
who collect the loot they’re after.