LOVELY WHILE IT LASTS

                                   Bed is the
                                    Place
                                   Where I
                                    Shed
                                   My cares
                                    My
                                   Aches and
                                    Pains
                                   Of the
                                    Day

                                   Bed is the
                                    Place
                                   Where I
                                    Close
                                   My eyes
                                    And
                                   Everything drifts
                                    Away

                                   Bed is the
                                    Place
                                   Where I
                                    Dream
                                   My dreams
                                    In
                                   A world
                                    That's
                                   Familiar yet
                                    Strange

                                   And the places
                                    I
                                   Go I
                                    Find
                                   Sometimes
                                    I know
                                   But
                                    Somehow it's
                                   All
                                    Slightly changed

                                   And sometimes
                                    I
                                   Wake thinking
                                    It
                                   Must be
                                    Late
                                   But it
                                    Isn't -
                                   It's early
                                    And so

                                   I go back
                                    To
                                   Sleep and
                                    Back
                                   My dreams
                                    Creep
                                   But a
                                    New
                                   One will
                                    Then
                                   Start to grow

                                   But morning
                                    Comes
                                   Fast and
                                    The
                                   Dreams cannot
                                    Last
                                   After conciousness
                                    Rouses
                                   My brain

                                   And I've got
                                    To
                                   Get dressed
                                    And
                                   The day
                                    Must
                                   Be faced
                                    And
                                   My old
                                    Bits
                                   Are aching
                                    Again...


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Copyright © 1999, Ann Mayne    Poem Updated 02-May-08