While He Sleeps
If being with the one you love
Is tearing your apart;
If there's an aching or a need
Within your tired heart.
If you're still lonely in the night
While he lays by your side;
If something gained is something lost -
Is something special's died...
Well, After all, remember,
It's a pattern of the plan;
You can't create a lover
From a dull, inactive man.
You're dreaming of the better times;
He's napping, snore by snore.
You think about this love
And wonder where it's headed for.
There are no words of wisdom
Written there upon the page.
There are no drugs or cures to help
Slow down the signs of age.
He must grow old while you grow young -
It's him who pays the cost.
Sleep's a lonely thing
When something gained is something lost.
Copyright © Barb Phillips | Year Posted 2013
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