Sleep Is The Thief Of Time Poem by James McLain

Time here on earth sneaks off when you are
A sleep in dreams you can't control.
As dawn hides the moon the hand the cradle rock's
The living hide their pain they can't control.

The tide without a moon the hand, the tide while
The young forget our cries.
Time is only such when we've realized that the young
Refuse at all to entertain.

Without vision unable to think ahead the masses
Can only weep they've never read.
And without ambition will never show that drive
A teacher has.

Time is tireless to the tired, can't you recall the
Face inside your dream last night?
Your body in a trance as you traspe off around
The world to me that special one.

To the dead a day's a year a month one minute more
Not less than you would have.
For those alive, not yet born, condemned to live the
Life you lived again?

Now more about yourself and less about your politics,
And rain bow sex!