Repetition Poem by bryan wallace

I feel my bed calling me,
My day's work - done for now.
Rest and sleep beckon -
A welcoming beacon -
The shelter and respite -
From the storms of life.
The hectoring boos -
The complaining customers -
Forgotten for the night.
Another day at the office -
A dim and distant memory.

A few hours which have passed
Since the end of my shift,
Giving me time to unwind -
To relax with the evening meal,
To turn my thoughts from work
To more pleasant matters -
Immersing myself ina my book.
Taking a walk in the moonlight,
Clearing the head in preparation
For my bed. Sweet dreams
I hope to dream as I lie
In sweet refreshing slumber.

Morning has come all too soon -
The damned alarm clock brings me back -
To the reality of a brand new day,
Where I get to do it -
All over again!