Insomnia Poem by T Michael Farrell

Trouble with sleep, So I Count sheep
Rams and lambs and ewes
In pastures and fields,
of different colors and hues

I'm a midnight shepherd since my mind won't turn off
Thinking of What could have, would have, should have been,
I scoff
What were my choices, Think it through again
Look at them anew, Try a different spin


Long ago I chose a path, a route that looked OK
But destiny or fate intervened, had its say
Oh what coulda, woulda, shoulda been
Instead I'm in a time and place thats rather grim

So tend the herd, Count those sheep,
and if you want to fall asleep
Much to your chagrin
Don't ponder what coulda woulda shoulda been