CAN’T SLEEP

 I lie awake with worry
for which I am really sorry
perhaps I should try counting sheep
in the hope that I can go back to sleep
one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten
perhaps I should start all over again.

The worry is keeping me awake
perhaps I should give myself a shake
I don’t want to be in this state
my cells are growing and dividing
I wish they would stop multiplying
I may try going back into hiding
Instead I end up sighing
I have to remember life is for living
Not for getting into such dread
Now I will finally return to bed

 By
 FIONA STEVENSON
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