HOUR 2
Coming from a country
with no time changes –
a strange notion,
I always forgot.
Until –
The choir was strict,
about timeliness.
A Sunday in April,
I rushed in.
Proudly stood in front
of a full church,
wondering why
the choir hid smiles
The director whispered,
the time changed.
You are an hour late.
Dope!!! I love this moment captured, when time changes. That is a very deeper concept than what it appears to be.
Thank you for reading my poem! Time changes surprised us no end