The Man Who Could Not Sleep Poem by Anita Atina

I met a successful man today, powerful and sure
He was on top of everything, and the best for him was sure

He doubled the turnover and churned up profits more
And so to keep him motivated, his targets were tripled for sure

Always at the high table, dining with Presidents and kings
Millionaires brought him their millions, and asked him to dream

So he played with money and power all day, and stayed awake all night
Wondering if he had done the right thing, and everything was alright

He always slept alone sadly, and got up at the crack of dawn
And even when he could make love, he’d be ready and begone

This poor man still, hid a good soul, under the material sorcery
And he still found time to do kind deeds, shyly, quietly

For in his heart he hid a longing, to discover paths anew
That led to old forts, wild forests and rivers, all askew

And so, to the grind stone of success, yielded his mighty will everyday
For material success and ego had managed to keep his soul at bay

So his soul decided to punish him, a little everyday
And when he came back to sleep, his soul ran away

As he tossed and turned every night, wishing he could sleep, just a bit
He never knew what he needed, was his own soul to keep!