Twice-a-Year Chore

I woke up at 6

But it really was 5;

Now it’s 5

But it really is 4.

Every time that we change

All the clocks, I know I’ve

Been confused

By this twice-a-year chore.

 

It was dark when I woke;

Now it’s still very light

And might be

When I’m ready for bed.

Yet I follow the rules

Though I know that I might

Never get this

All straight in my head.