Poem: Ten Hours of Sleep

April 9, 2019

I want ten hours of sleep, but don’t know when I will.

Just be able to stay in bed, laying perfectly still.

When you have young kids, you keep getting woke up.

Someone keeps crying, or another wants a sippy cup.

I’ve gotten so tired of the morning alarm chime.

Should I call in sick? I’ve thought that many a time.

I feel so comfortable, wrapped in my cozy bed.

But I make myself get up, my eyes still showing red.

Even on weekends, there’s too much going on.

My to-do list is long, need to wake up with the sun.

So I force myself to do stuff, aware of the pleasure delay.

In the future I will sleep in — can’t wait until that fine day.