No Sleep for Me
It is the darkest part of the night
when the worrisome thoughts appear
and in my bed try, try as I might
the fears, they will not disappear.
What is that clicking noise so strange
could it be that old kitchen range
or something worse like an evil rat.
My mind is whirling like Casey at the bat.
Did I pay the last electric and water bill
or will the tub to bathe in the morning not fill?
Why did I agree to take the job at that store,
when I knew that I can’t work well anymore.
My mind from all this oppression is such a mess
from thinking about all this I must confess.
Tick, tick, tick the old hall clock will not hurry
to the morning when I will arise to the flurry
of kids & breakfast and no more worrisome thoughts.
But back to now & why can’t I get some much needed sleep?
I know, I will use the tried and true remedy of counting sheep.
One, two, three, four, five, seven; wait I think I’ve lost
count.
Maybe I will go in the kitchen & balance my bank account,
but that won’t work; I will then worry about having no money.
You are probably laughing at this silliness but it’s not funny.
Hurry morning to the moment it’s sunny & the kids are all
fed
and then bleary-eyed and tired I will want to return to my bed.
At my job, I may fall asleep & perhaps snore with a loud
sound.
My boss will hear me as I am finally sleeping & I will be
found
and then he will fire me for sleeping & I will have no job
or pay.
But then my problems will be solved because I can sleep all day.
Problems solved and I am now asle...zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.
