Pretense Sleep

A little birdling’s cheep
Is oft the “nudge” I need
To wake me up at morn
And leave my bed forlorn

Beep goes my clock. Beep. Beep.
The snooze button I hit
For, yes, pretend I must
In  deep, long sleep to be

I tiptoe to the door
A peep at you to steal
I see you gulp your coffee
Watch you head out the door

My own relief I hear
A sigh escapes my mouth
You always want to say your piece
Than nurture us some peace

A nagging wife, who can find?
Her trouble’s far from rubies
Her husband’s heart at her doth flinch
He’ll have no lack of pain.

Tonight

Tonight, I wind me down,
Letting go off the frown,
Aping the Fiery Clown,
That yields to the moon its crown.

I’m trading off the wrinkle,
In return for the friendly twinkle,
I’ll look out for tomorrow,
Cast not an eye on sorrow.

I’ll count up all my blessings,
Assuredly unnumbered,
I’ll thank the Lord his mercies,
Rejuvenate each morning.

Tonight, I me unwind,
As Day, to a halt grinds,
The beauty of my finds,
I’ll treasure in my mind.

 

 

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