In Search of a Good Night's Rest

Resisting the tweets of birds and their glee,

I close my eyelids and roll on my side

to count elusive sheep in search of sleep.

Do tell of where my sweet slumber abides.

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Oh, to rest in the land of lovely dreams.

Woe is me what a weary soul am I.

Restorative sleep forsakes me, it seems.

Up from my unrest, I rise with a sigh.

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The rat race calls, so sleepily I go.

One must not keep the time-keeper waiting,

not in summer's sunshine or winter's snow.

Glumly, I shun notions of escaping.

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Why rush back to insomnia's embrace

and risk hinting I'm not up to the chase?