T”was the morning of Saturday when all thru our home everyone was sleeping,except me I roamed.
to the kitchen,the bathroom,and back in the bed,
just wanting to lie down and rest this old head!
I lie down,I sit up, I toss and I turn
Good solid sleep is what this old girl yearns
and now the poet has come alive
and I sit here and ponder, and scribble this jive!
The midnight writer is alive ands well
though her back and her body are going to……
well enough of these mindless words I make rhyme, oh my oh my just look at the time!
It was 2 then 3 and now it is 4
soon it will be time to walk out this door.
So to you who are sleeping you’ll soon be awake
And I will be tired make no mistake.
the coffee with caffeine will be my mask
As another sleepless night has come and passed.
So I must lay down pen,pencil or fingers
and grab a few minutes while the darkness still lingers.
Good Morning folks from the midnight writer
Who is grabbing some zzz’s before it gets lighter!
By Meredith J Weir
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