You Should Be Sleeping
“You should be sleeping.”
That's what she told me
But I couldn't stop thinking
Till the hours of morning wee
“You should be sleeping.”
Perhaps, I should
But I'm listening to my calling
Maybe later I would
“You should be sleeping.”
Stop it, mother dear
For I am thinking
What is it that I fear?
“You should be sleeping.”
I was told again
I shall now stop thinking
And count to ten
“You should be sleeping.”
But I already am
Here I am, dreaming
I already am
This was what my mom kept telling me one summer night. Out of amusement, I wrote a poem.
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