Long day of work, my feet hurt. Tired I am to no end.

Making ends meet standing on my feet, as I sit here with heavy eyes, open so wide I try to nod, but sleep flees.

My bed to rest tomorrow comes, but there’s still work to be done.

For to see hours pass on as the night walks away to meet day; sleep flees.

Finally lying down to sleep, the alarm rings, awake again and sleep flees.

Long days and quick weeks pass on by. As days turn into nights, restless because of stress and anxiety, sleep flees.

Mornings turn into evenings as night slowly creeps in, as the sun turns in for the day; birds still sing, squirrels still play, but it is just another day gone away as eyelids get heavy, but sleep still flees.

No matter how one tries to catch a dream. No matter how one counts sheep. No matter how one prays for rest, sleep still flees.

Early or late it is a debate with the sandman and the one who needs sleep. No one wins, no one gives in. Someone stays, someone leaves, but all in all sleep still flees. ©2021