Time Of My Own Poem by Audrey Heller

I lie in bed and try to sleep, but
thoughts keep running through
my head. It's gotten to the point,
I can't stay there and get myself
up, instead. It's nice and quiet,
with everyone asleep. I have all
this time, to my own. No body to
ask me little things to do and
certainly I'll not be bothered, by
the telephone. It's really quite
delightful, when all is still. You
can think, clearer too. In fact
it's a perfect time, if there are
several things, you find you'd
like to do. I just wait until I get
sleepy again and back in my
bed, I'll go. No one will be the
wiser and it's only me, that
will know!