The Sleep I Get
The Sleep I Get!
The sleep I get - like spouse, or mate,
Or weather -sometimes isn't great,
Still, I confess there is a bond,
Of vagaries (it seems I'm fond)!
Like rainbows, all appear then go,
(Self-confident as April snow.)
It's true, I'm old and what know I,
When dust is Apple in my eye,
At least speck's pain creates a need
For otherwise, I'm bored indeed!
"To feel, to feel," love does pay rent,
Though soon we die, it's life's intent!
Long Tooth
January 27, 2018
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