It has got to be quite late
And I have found no rhyme
My eyelids are getting heavy
I’m running out of time
There doesn’t seem to be that much
That I can really change
My mind is oh so tired
That everything seems strange
I guess that losing too much sleep
Can really quell my will
To write some words that are profound
Or maybe give a thrill
I should just this once give up
At least for just one night
Who could really blame me
If sleep did steal my sight
Or maybe just one moment more
Spent on this little fancy
Could produce a nugget
Worthy of your glancy
I guess I’ll wander off to bed
I think I shall retire
Maybe in my sleeping time
A poem will transpire
Ken Goree
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