When All the Worlds At Slumber

WHEN ALL THE WORLD'S AT SLUMBER When I am up, the whole world snores. No-one dares to stir. Seems that I am the only one To have escaped this sleeping World.! No hustle-bustle in the air, I breathe in the silence deep. While friends Ignore my restless calls... I can't go back to sleep. I ponder as I re-run the movie That's reviewing my life in scores, Thoughts of today's activities turn, While the rest of the world still snores! When it gets to the highlighted parts I call some friends to share; Excited to tell them about the memories in my head. Yes, I Sigh because the worlds at slumber and no-one cares to speak. So, all plans and future adventures... I carry off with me back to sleep.! I will cultivate my ambitions further I am never shallow; As always, l am deep! Somehow, I smile and thank the Lord... For the sweet dreams in my head.! I'll rest now and carry on; Plan the new day that’s ahead.! Thankful to my creator that I didn't wake up dead.! And tomorrow again I will rise up to create more beautiful things.! So, I'll leave all of you who slumber To go back to your dreams. And if you've awakened to emptiness _ and have held no dreams of your own "I'll leave you so inspired to wake up to this poem."! Copyright © Vicki Acquah