Made Are The Beds Poem by Uloia Norris Moore
Made Are The Beds
In which you lay
a toiling day
you to stay.
Some days you are
strong always
when so young
immortal though
thou say.
Comfort in your bed
pillows so soft
comforter there
for they
whom would
talk.
Spill your dreams
let your eyes drift
off into the stream
of life
as you lay
in your bed
so soft.
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Made Are The BedsI like it