My Lovely Bed Poem by CHRISTOPHER MUDIENYI

I thank god for my lovely bed,
That I am still alive and not dead,
For this is my source of comfort,
Taking me away from discomfort,
It is my oasis in the desert if desolating calamity,
God's providence from razing enmity,
When I am thirsty it provides satiating water,
Each and every raging time when it is hotter,
I shed my the tears of acrimony on it,
That you think I am in matrimony with it,
Or could that be it?
Like my mother's soothing lap,
With beautiful music from a harp,
I will always sing on my lovely bed,
This is a sure way to march ahead,
For it is in my lovely bed, where I find solace.

My lovely bed is a source of deserved solitude,
A merited place for personal gratitude,
For genuinely thanking my magnificent creator,
For His deeds that are awesomely greater,
That he gave me this lovely bed,
For all this auspicious life I have led,
From my lovely bed, the world I wander,
To comprehend the much that I wonder,
What I see, feel and hear, from my lovely bed I perceive,
For that information I have to fully receive,
As my bed is very calm and quiet,
So soothing that it provides a mental diet,
I thank you my sweet lovely bed,
For in you I have confided,
As I have found my solace,

My bed provides a silent moment,
Where there is nobody to make any comment,
On my wonderful bed I mutely think,
Into the world of dreams I do sink,
Away from a day of sheer frustration,
That is carried with utter discrimination,
Into my cool bed full of bustling joy,
I quietly and soundly sleep like a toy,
And really wait for the dawn of a new day,
With a lifeboat to take me all the away,
Into the sinful world once again,
So that I can feel the excruciating pain,
But why should I give a damn that I care,
When there is somewhere always and so fair,
That I can lean back to,
And this is my lovely, wonderful bed,
Where I will always find solace.