Worn-Out Poem by Maria Shipka

My dear worn-out was.....
and I only now find out
what is the right meaning
of this words....
I would so glad been, if I could
deprive of him all tiredness,
all distress....
I believe that the NIGHT
and a sweet SLEEP,
those the best are doctors,
they will withdraw of
all what press and distress him...
...and my still nightly lullaby
will carry gently him to a dreamworld...

Sleep and rest well...
Because I'm your 'WELL',
which will quench your thirst,
which give you strength
for your every day.....

(c) shipka