Someone Smiles Painstakingly Poem by nimal dunuhinga
Someone Smiles Painstakingly
Awake often my little red eyes
While in the graveyard shift.
Sometimes my precious eyes need a long sleep
But I tell 'please wake till morn
As the night isn't so friendly with us.'
Then my eyes grumble; 'You sleep in the morning Master!
Though we close our eyes,
Yet, we see the World of gambling with human nature.'
* To the unknown little blind girl who roamed in my daydream and said; ' It's really awful Grandpa! when I see your eyes are like two hot iron balls.'
The little blind girl adds her final compelling touch to this surreal poem. Warm regards, Sandra
Sometimes my precious eyes need a long sleep it is to slake one's thirst. .
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4/24/2024 10:47:12 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Night duty - they call it in the medical profession. The graveyard shift too has special challenges to do with circadian rhythms and the like. No wonder your poor eyes complain. And yet you turn a painful irritation into a poem of great eloquence and artistry. I wonder how many of your ideas come to you when your eyes are closed. Another fine poem. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥