Sleep, the Treasure
SLEEP, THE TREASURE
Not all on this planet, have the pleasure,
Of enjoying the true treasure
How lovingly the playful infant you embrace.
The same, as he grows will treat you with utter disgrace.
As he moves on, the other chores will have an upper hand.
Values he the most, his Jewels, Gold and land.
He'll only realise when his hair grow grey,
And will not hesitate to turn back and say
Not all on this planet can have your pleasure,
Oh sleep! the precious and priceless treasure.
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