Tuesday, 26 November 2013
I Used to Think That Sleep Was Not For Me
By Marc Leavitt of Marc Leavitt's Blog
I used to think that sleep was not for me;
It stole my share of time, when time should last
To drain each moment’s full veracity
And make its vivid value unsurpassed.
I cheated sleep’s designs and slaked my thirst
For friendships, conversations, songs to sing;
Why go to sleep? Making love came first,
And precious time was always on the wing.
Today the tables are reversed; I chase
Sleep’s pleasures every chance I can, and yet
She plays coy games and shows a lack of grace,
Not staying long enough, to my regret.
The old saying’s true, it never has been wrong;
We don’t value anything, until it’s gone.
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