Twelve o’clock midnight,
when the bewitching hour starts,
and most are in bed.
One o’clock is fine,
for getting things done later,
in the quiter times.
Two o’clock beware,
it’s very late, go to be bed,
and get some sleep now.
Three o’clock is bad,
the clock ticks and that is all,
Awake is not good.
Four o’clock is dark,
just before the dawn so dark,
Just moon and stars seen.
Five o’clock is dawn
The light appears, like new hope,
on the horizon.
Six o’clock some wake,
make their coffee go to work,
others just sleep on.
Seven o’clock knock,
time for me to get up now,
so I am ready.
Eight o’clock it starts,
the new day and working life,
or feeding the kids.
Nine o’clock meeting,
the usual stuff and planning,
for the week ahead.
Ten o’clock emails,
coming thick and thin they do,
copied in mostly.
Eleven o’clock,
is knuckle down time for me,
and getting things done.
Twelve o’clock slips in,
too busy to stop and eat,
so I just work through.
