Saturday, April 18, 2015


The world is small at 3 o' clock
When I wake upon matressed dock
Ache and discomfort may stir a man
When age reveals its painful plan
But learn to enjoy the sojourn at night
The stumble and fall to reach the light
Disturb the dog and make the tea
Wonder if this happens only to me
Bring needed rest to my wearied soul
To sleep through night is my dear goal