Wee hours

It's the wee hours of the morning and here I am again

The clock just keeps on ticking

When is this going to end?

Never is there a reason

No sense to all this mess

What will the children think of me

When I'm slower than the rest

My mind just keeps on whirring

I cannot shut it down

and even though I do complain

I like having it around

 

The midnight hours and here I am again

I wonder if I'll sleep tonight

or if the sandman is not my friend

Reviews

[poetforlife]

I love this! I wait around many nights for the sandman's visit and many nights he never shows. very clever.

[Wondering Mind]

"My mind just keeps on whirring
I cannot shut it down
and even though I do complain
I like having it around"
Although at times it may seem such a pest with its "whirring", without it we simply do not exist!
A heartfelt, well penned write.