The clock may read that I have sprung ahead.
But my alarm is making me weep.
Five more minutes is all I can mutter.
My body still thinks that it’s owed sleep.
Feet on the floor and a hot steaming shower.
Clothes come out of the drawer.
That’s not enough coffee to wake me up.
I think I will need a few more.
I have minds to mold and stories to be told.
Unfortunately, it can not wait.
So, I hop in my car as quickly as I can.
I really do not want to be late!
Dreams So Big... 
Yes, it was tough getting up after the time change. Your poem captured perfectly what I’m feeling this morning and probably most teachers everywhere. Thank goodness for the coffee!
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Five more minutes sounds lovely! I’m with you this morning. There are minds to mold and it can not wait. Have a wonderful day!
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Like you I could have stayed in bed for a few extra minutes today – always drag on the Monday after time changes. Bring on the coffee!
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You captured how many of us were feeling this morning! I actually set my phone timer for ten minutes, and a closed my eyes again before getting dressed. I hope tomorrow morning is better for you and me!
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Hahaha! I guess I know where you stand on DST! At least in its beginnings of the cycle. Nice poem!
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