Thursday, April 14, 2011
Less time to work, and play. More time to sleep.
Dinner would be a constant surprise,
A concoction of unexpected ingredients.
Whatever we wish to do, we would have to do before sunset
And have no time for anything more.
We wouldn't be able to take a book to bed,
Nor knit that last line in a sock.
Everyday, we would have to wind down before dark,
Star gazing would be our only nocturnal passtime.
Of the many things we take for granted,
One of the least visible, strangely, is Light!