Angela Wybrow Poems
|484.||Spring: New Beginnings||6/4/2011|
|485.||Grey Skies In July||7/17/2012|
|490.||My Favourite Things||6/13/2011|
|491.||Hot Air Balloon||9/5/2012|
|492.||A Spring Morning||3/19/2012|
|494.||The Colours Of My Life||11/25/2013|
|495.||The Missing Sock||2/22/2013|
|497.||A Headful Of Thoughts||10/30/2011|
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A Headful Of Thoughts
I'm lying here, wide awake
Trying hard to get some sleep;
But my brain is totally buzzing,
So it's useless counting sheep!
My mind is manically racing,
Thinking of words and ideas;
I think of the sad poem that I just wrote,
And my eyes suddenly fill up with tears.
I need to get some sleep,
As I'm actually pretty tired;
But my brain is so alive:
Like, it's been electrically wired!
Many times, I've had new thoughts,
And jumped out of my cosy bed,
To quickly grab a pen and paper,
And jot them down before they leave my head. ...
Sometimes it felt like you were my only friend,
And I was so upset when it all came to an end.
When I heard the news that you had died,
I'll readily admit the fact that I cried.
Racing towards me, you didn't seem to have a second to spare.
It was almost like your life depended on you getting there.
Upon arrival at my feet, you'd promptly turn away from me,
So as I could stroke the fur on your back very gently.