Treasure Island

Tafadzwa Matamba

(Zimbabwe)

One Hour Back!


Grey skies, rain, fog, cold and damp air;
Darkness that seem to go on forever,
Fall is here and the days are short;
By an hour we have fallen back!
That is all as far as the hour hand can go_
Only if they could move it a decade or two back!
I would smile my way back to childhood,
To the greatest days of all time.
It is O, so impossible!
No one can turn the hands of the passing seasons!

Submitted: Tuesday, November 06, 2012

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The clock have been turned back by an hour! l gather they do it here in North America. Back home we never shift the clock. The hands of time are for mother nature to turn!

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