It was a long night
Where nothing seemed right
NEPA took light
And worsened my plight
I ached for sleep like never before
I tossed and turned until I became sore
A night without sleep could be quite long
And could get you wondering what went wrong
Sleep is commonplace to them that have it in abundance
Hence they never take out time to consider its substance
It is only when sleep begins to depreciate
That we ever care to appreciate
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Good one, Frank. I enjoyed to read it. Nice wisdom expressed: we only appreciate it when it is difficult to get...