BEDTIME

As the sky turns to grey, the day’s near night
The sun’s on the horizon, just out of sight
Scattering creatures, hurrying around
Gathering their family to their home in the ground

In the air is the aura of dinner just cooked
Drifting under noses of people on foot
Flooded with noise coz tea is all done
The kids argue bedtime with a smack on the bum

Peaceful at last as you sink into the chair
Turn on the telly and let down your hair
It’s your time now to jump into bed
Snuggle into pillow and rest your head

Let the worry of the day drift out of your mind
Let your body relax, you could feel SO devine
But your eyes start to twitch, try to keep them closed tight
Your mind starts to race, try not to loose sight

Turn on your back, you can count sheep
As many as you can and fall fast asleep
But the sheep did turn yellow and some wore red suits
Some had moustaches and others wore boots

Your eyes are racing under their lids
Trying to keep up with the hundreds of sheep
Your fist hit the pillow with a thundering pound
Frustration builds up, those sheep made no sound

You toss with a fury like the South Pacific Sea
Your pillow as the battle ground to take anger out on thee
You throw yourself up in the dark to a sit
Eyes sore and puffy face like a pit

Dark turns to light as you turn on the lamp
Pick up a book and give it a glance
Read it for longer, turn over the page
I think this is working, your eyes are a daze

Eyes still heavy and your mind is at rest
Turn off the lamp and give it your best

June 2001


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