Time for my time

#3 polished poem

Everyone has a time in their life. Whether it be
Mornin, midday, noon or afternoon
Regardless wherever you are the day will eventually turn into a a night.

For some their afternoon stretches long and vast.
Until only a flicker of sun is left dancing above the treetops.
But sometimes the afternoon arrives quicker
Instead of 8 it ends at 6
And Night comes at 8 instead of 10

And for the unlucky few.
Before their sun even rises.
They are cast off into the night.

But I was awake
My hour was clear and defined
Every second was calculated

So why is it so dark !
Why can't I make a step
At my most sun was at midday
It can't be night

It can't be my night!