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
Copyright © Vicki Acquah | Year Posted 2021
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