To Sleep
The scourge of the worker
saviour of the parent
The comfort to the sickest
vocation of the errant
Sleep can bring such varied thoughts
Both sweet and terrifying
From dreams of love and laughter
To when nightmares leave us crying
Refreshment to tiredness
Relief to the pain
Soothing to sadness
Again and again
Slowing of breathing
Closing of eyes
Stillness of movement
And rest is the prize
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