Less Likely To Fold Poem by Julia Luber

You're somewhere else inside your mind.
Your cognitive apparatus is at a different time.
And why do you find it so peaceful and escapist to rhyme?

Is that all you mean to say?
Oh, do accept the night feels sweet this way.
And the sweeter you are before you sleep,

the sweeter your dreams will be and the less
death shall reap. That is where you're at now.
And yes you are that old. Sweet's less likely to fold.