After Mignight Musing
I have tossed and turned in my bed, have now given up trying
To find sleep, what have I done? That she is now denying
Me my needed rest, All the things I do to coax sleep to come my way
Have not worked, so why in my bed should I sleepless stay.
I have prayed, remembered scriptures, counted blessings too
Even listed names beginning with A and continuing through
All the alphabet, but my mind will not settle down at all
So I thought I would get up, better than climbing the wall.
I thought that if I wrote a poem or too, sleepy I would feel,
It maybe that a poem needs to find it’s way out and so heal
Someone, words of help portray and sweet musings flow
If not in this poem, but from others that may soon follow.
Yes, a poem about the choir is racing through my head
And one about lost real treasures of friends instead
Of lost gold and silver and other earthly precious things
And if we seek for earthly power what sadness it brings.
M Ann Margetson
copyright April 19 2010
