I cannot seem to go to bed

At any hour deemed decent

By those normal morning people

Because I don’t want to let go of

The day, today, or any day

Others seem not to mind

And even rush to their beds

So to freshly face a new day

But I’ve always been afraid

There might not come a new one

So I stretch this one now

Dark and old as it may be

To ridiculous unhealthy lengths

And live out of step with everyone

Who easily gives up one day

With faith there are yet plenty

But me I lie awake when I try

To go to bed at a decent hour

Fearing I’ve given up the only day

I ever had or could count upon

Former print journalist, former mayor, retired law enforcement officer. Writing about politics and government along with random personal essays.

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