Sometimes when you're "Sleepless"

all you get is "nonsense,"

Here is tonight's offering...



Sleepless in Iowa

So much for sleeping in the wee small,

3 o'clock, and I'm just staring at the wall.

Worry might be the reason for this loss,

Whatever it is, will in the morning, make me cross.

Lonely nights make for long and lonely days.

'Tis dreams of distant times and far off places that I crave,

Yet there is nothing I have learned:

Except this one 'great truth'

Forever gone,

Ne'er to return,

Those fond memories of youth.

Karen ©
August 03, 2006