(written 1992)
I must quick away,
ere yet I ever stay,
while nearer creeps the day,
and nightness runs away.
I must away oh so soon,
for to sleep in my night cocoon,
so that tomorrow I may not swoon,
while working tired like a goon.
So off I am, yes yet again,
gosh! it`s already 65 past ten!
off to get that old cure of men,
that sleep to last, to last till then.
But when is then? I cannot say,
but I will know when tomorrow is today.
and so to the hay I will make my way,
to sleep ’til alarms disturb my stay.
“And they`re off!” as they say in the races.
So am I also to dream of chases,
chases of dreams not in real life places,
but only where rest is hidden in quiet cases.
-JHJ