Dear Lord:

The night is quickly fading, now day is drawing nigh,
And for not one single second
Has sleep closed either eye,
Throughout the hours from dusk to dawn.
With neither snore nor drowsy yawn
Did anything resembling sleep –
No cat-nap even tried to creep
Up on me, like a silent thief,
Nor brought with it that sweet relief
for aching body, tired mind –
Naught of respite, any kind!
So now I sit upon my bed,
Not dreaming, but awake, instead.
Please God:  help me to repair
My ragged, raveled sleeve of care.
Find someone else to count these sheep –
I really need to get some sleep!