My husband snores
Everyone closes their doors
He thrashes about
Like he is trying to get out
Where he is going
I do not know
You hear him all night long
Talking, yelling, singing a song
I tell him...please do something you silly old man
What can I tell you, that is all I can
He wakes up in the morning all rested and well
Why the rest of us want to stand up and yell....
Good Lord man...go to the doctor, you are not well!
©Holly P. Moore