Treasured Time

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    Treasured Time

    I really love my sleep and I love my bed,
    However others would say "you'll sleep when you're dead".

    But theres this treasured time before we wake,
    Where if we were offered - we would gladly take.

    It could be 2 min, 5min an hour or two,
    I suppose it all depends on what is precious to you.

    Its normally the latter end of our nightly sleep,
    Just before that alarm clock starts its annoying beep.

    We are made aware of this when we stir or are woken,
    And when the hour is known, its like a waste of a sleep token.

    I've heard the disgruntled people shout.."heh can you stop all your noise",
    The inconsiderate ones reply "get back in your pram and play with your toys".

    Theres the minority who wake early, and say "it doesn't really matter",
    Many others would disagree and say "they're as mad as a hatter".

    You're being robbed of your sleep at the end of the day,
    Honestly though, if the chance arose I think I would gladly pay.

    Don't they also say, half your life is spent in bed,
    But we always need time to rest our mind and our head.

    The majority of people have to plod on and wait,
    Until they get their chance to get their heads down once its late.

    Now I'm lucky and happen to dose off in all different places,
    You should see peoples reactions and the look on their faces.

    You may think its boredom, hardwork, or just been a long week,
    But I don't really think theres an answer to go and seek.

    As we truly know its due to that treasured time thats been taken away,
    When we're in our warm beds just before the start of your sleep deprived day.

    So my advice, is to grab them extra minutes while you can,
    Be it girl, boy, woman or man.

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

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    grimspoetry commented on Treasured Time

    10-12-2010

    i like the way you've shown the point of view of both people who sleep a lot and a little using an excellent choice of words :D

    Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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