2018-09-18

Alas, Poor Morpheus, I Knew You Well


I’m getting tired and need a nap,
just something short to fill the gap
between my brain and competence.
Today, I’ve made so little sense.

At night, it’s hard to get to sleep;
and, getting there, I cannot keep
myself in slumber, but I snooze
and wake and stew till dream ensues.

My awesome bed can’t be the cause.
Perhaps arthritis makes sleep pause,
or all the thoughts that flood my mind.
In any case, sleep lags behind.

Exhaustion daily takes a toll
and solid sleep’s beyond control.
But I’m at work, can’t take a break.
I have to try to stay awa...



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