Sleep – Where and How to Find it

My grandmother owned an old alarm clock

Its main attribute was its fine tick-tock.

Seriously – it had no further features -

No alarm to waken, nor others…

What about?....no, not even just a hand

Or two. Its shabby face said nothing, bland.

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And so every night she lovingly wound

This battered companion for, yes, its sound.

 And Morpheus called in minutes she claimed,

Although when she explained he wasn’t named.

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For me - preparation for bed was hard;

Shoes and trousers removal left me scarred.

Extraction from my trousers was the aim

But lack of balance meant I lost the game;

Moments before I was ready for sleep

I crashed to the floor in a one legged heap…

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Now I don’t sleep in my bed anymore;

In winter it’s just too much of a chore.

Instead a large armchair owned for forty years

Provides me with a night’s sleep free of fears.

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It’s raw invigorating and primal

To leap up fully clothed after sleep’s final

Departure and confront the day, no pause;

And perhaps this above all is my first cause.