I Need My Beauty Sleep Poem by Denis Martindale

Some days seem short, some days seem long,
Some days don't want to end...
Then we feel weak instead of strong,
No longer to pretend.
A sudden yawn, a droopy head,
Then heavy eyelids prove
It's time for us to go to bed,
While we've got strength to move!

So up the stairs we plod once more,
A second yawn to share,
Perhaps to kneel upon the floor
To offer God a prayer...
Then all at once, the lights go out
And forty winks begin
Beneath the blankets all about,
Wrapped tight to keep us in...

I need my beauty sleep, don't you?
I can't stay up all night!
I know when sleep is overdue,
So why put up a fight?
My muscles, what there are of them,
Just melt like morning snow...
As I slip into peaceful REM...
On memory foam, I go...