When I cannot sleep
and I toss and turn
all night listless long
my bed is my enemy.
When I am absolutely exhausted
or really exceptionally tired
or on wet rainy dismal days
my bed is my beloved best friend.
Then bedtime
is a wonderful time
then ace I win
the battle of the bed.
Such nights and days
are wonderful times
and restorative bed
is the best place to be.
When I have aced won
the battle of home bed.
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
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