SLEEP VS WORK
How can I say I'm ready to work
When with each tick of the clock
On my head sleep will knock?
Making efforts to be productive
Yet nothing to achieve
'Cos the senses are restive.
How can I say I'm good to go
How I wish so though
When sleep rocks me so?
Sleep has come for it's pound of flesh
An idea my body parts relish
'Cos it's lack is making me feel feverish.
But how can I sleep
When in work I'm supposed to be deep?
How I wish from this sleep I can slip!
Copyright © Alozor Michael Ikechukwu | Year Posted 2013
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