Something went wrong last night, and I last looked at the clock at 4 a.m. after fighting sleeplessness all night. I recalled a poem by the incomparable Angelou that I used to be fond of, and called it up as a "joke on me" this April Fools Day.
Enjoy!
Insomniac
by Maya Angelou
There are some nights when
There are some nights when
sleep plays coy,
aloof and disdainful.
And all the wiles
that I employ to win
its service to my side
are useless as wounded pride,
and much more painful.
2 comments:
I need a collection of her work - this is wonderful!
Beautiful poem! My current sleep pattern sounds much like yours. There seems to be no rhyme or reason to it.:)
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