Sleep Poem by spiritual seeker

Sleep is sister death,
Each body and soul must need a rest,
For a pauper, sleep often comes easy,
For he had little property and little to worry.

A king slept on a soft bed,
But good sleep he doesn’t seems to get,
For his richness and great kingdom,
Disturbed his mind and made him lonesome.

Say..Sleep is the best medicine,
A few minutes in the noon, take it if you can,
For nightly prayers it eased, you rise and plan,
A mighty practice but sadly only a few souls will stand.

Sleep is sister death,
Some will sleep but never rise,
Thus in life..do good and prepare oneself,
For the very long sleep, that often come as a surprise!