Tried to fall asleep
By counting sheep
But it failed
So my boat still hasn't set sail
As I lye here thinking about today
The sandman arrives and meets me more then halfway
I feel him doing his magic on my eyes
And then it happens, my mouth opens to make small babylike sighs
I yawned some more
As he flew out the door
To go help the next person
So for their tomorrow won't be worsen
By being sleep deprived
So they can work hard and strive
What would we do if we didn't have the sandman?
Or the magic in his hands?
I still love the dusting of fairy like glitter the Sandman sprinkles to lure me to sleep....No matter the aging of my years, the Sandman is a welcomed returning friend. A clever poem, well executed images. PEACE
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I still love the dusting of fairy like glitter the Sandman sprinkles to lure me to sleep....No matter the aging of my years, the Sandman is a welcomed returning friend. A clever poem, well executed images. PEACE