Friday, April 7, 2023

Deep Sleep Is Pleasure, Not Punishment comic poem 180

 


Deep Sleep
by Angela Lansbury

At midight I might be in bed
I wonder whom I am cheating
I've listed things I need to do
Filled in the entire year's meetings

But sleep is ageing's antidote
Wrinkles reward, record sorrow
If I'd good thoughts, I ought to note
Type scrappy scribble tomorrow

I could not sleep, wanted to keep
The fires of excitement burning
At one a.m. my thoughts still deep
Wiped worries with language learning

I sighed at German der, die, das
I looked for knife and fork and spoon
Is this seat taken, please sit down
Too much sun, I see the moon

I hoped that I could beat the clock
And be up bright and swim at dawn
But borrowed time must be paid back
Late nights mean you risk a late morn
Can't escape fate, I got up late
I repaid debts from yesterday
I missed the morning from today
Woke late today, I'm glad to say
Although I'm late, I feel refreshed
The slate is clean, I've done my best
Forget yesterday, it's finished
Ready to pass the new day's test.
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Copyright Angela Lansbury 2023 Friday 7th April
First draft on Facebook page Poetry Which Rhymes. This revised longer version on

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