Let not the night play its tune out.
Oh let that deep sleep endure,
Sweet dreams where I did shout
That seemed to grip me so sure.
And let not my stamina fail
Under the covers I have warm feet
For the weakness of the night prevail,
This morning is too early to greet.
The morning comes with such speed,
The glinting light through the blinds,
The morning's activities I must seed
And start upon that daily grind.
Shall I roll over for here to stay?
And force the night to more play
Or go sure footed into the day
And let come by what may.
Thoughts of the daily grind do make us want to roll over and stay put, but alas we have to rise and face another day of chores and bad weather! Good one David.
The immense responsibilities waiting with the dawn of day, make us wish to curl under the warm cover and sleep on! A very natural human desire. If you are interested, I invite you to read my poem, A Pleasant Respite expressing almost similar feelings. Enjoyed reading this lovely poem! !
Just to dream a little more before reality intrudes. Nice poem Thanks for sharing BB : O)
It is always better to go walk into the day when the light lights up the earth. I liked the concluding stanza very much.
nice to catch your poem here on contest n my pleasure to vote on it........: -)
Beautiful poem..Each lines well expressed. Loved reading it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
great write this morning is too early to greet a sleep less time sir next line also about the same well writ poem sir read it repeatedly to grasp