My Bedpost And Dark Nights Poem by Darwin Henry Beuning
My Bedpost And Dark Nights
Another night of going to bed and staying awake.
I curl up on the right side of the bed,
Resting my head on the palm of my left hand,
But, at times, I grab the bedpost with my left hand,
Fearing that if I let go, I'll drift to places
I don't want to go.
In his first inaugural address as U.S. President, F.D.R., during the Depression of 1930s, said we had only fear itself to fear. FDR may have borrowed the idea from H.D.Thoreau.
Hank, in case this is about YOU, try the LEFT side of the bed. And, for goodness sake, try sleeping, not 'staying awake'! ! ! That's what beds are for.
There are times when we all need to hang on to something solid. A bedpost seems as good as anything. Here's hoping you are well, Hank!
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5/5/2024 4:17:20 AM # 1.0.0.1119
I fear you may overdose on Arby's sandwiches and fries. I DID like the poem, even though it had NO rhyming, NO , NO humor, and NO solution. bri ;) 4 stars
Bri, my friend, you are mistaken. Hank is a master at subtle, internal rhyme. Check out the perfect rhyme with the two words GO.