MY MIND WON'T LET ME SLEEP
It's six o'clock in the morning,My mind is turning over ticking.
Think that it's quite sickening,
That it won't allow me to sleep.
I can hear the wind calling,
When I should be snoring.
I find it rather boring,
That it will not let me sleep.
The cogs keep worring,
My brains still working.
It's enough to make me weep,
That it won't allow me to sleep.
Will I ever be in that Eternal sleep?
I really don't know.
When it's my time to go,
My mind won't let me sleep.
I've tried counting sheep,
Every time I hear them bleat.
No matter how I try,
I just can't get to sleep.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2025-01-27 at 07:29
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