Epilogue - 'At the End
of the Day'
the nation was in its prime
invented a thing called 'Standard Time'
clocks had been dithering, all of a bother
now they finally agreed with each other.
are the ways of human nature
this was not lost on those men of stature
decide what we earn and how we spend -
stability is a dangerous trend.
day!' they boomed. 'And the daylight, too!
the sun before it rules you!
a commodity to be bought and sold!
the clocks and you won't grow old!'
Then a battle
raged between larks and owls,
north and south - and still it howls.
colder climes and tropical days
clocks again move in mysterious ways.
does a barndance, forward and back.
north does a softshoe, slow but not slack.
when all's said and done at the end of the day,
merely laughs at what the clocks say.
Light of Day