As we call time on summer,
With Winters dark nights so cold,
My body clock loses its tick,
And resets itself to hibernation mode.
Even with the buzz of Xmas,
Which I really look forward too,
My get up and goes gone,
Leaving me feeling moody and blue.
I recognise the signs too well,
When November time is drawing near,
This mood disorder is ridiculing me,
By visiting the same time each year.
Like a visit from the unwelcome,
You cannot help opening the door,
To the symptoms of the season,
Whose greetings you simply abhor.
Seasonal Affective Disorder I now know,
Why I have felt so SAD,
Learned to live with you and,
Now I don’t feel so bad.