As I lay me down to sleep…………..
My back does ache – my legs feel weak.
My mind does wander in and out
Of what to do next…..
Be sloth or stout.
The arms are heavy and hands they burn,
From use all day-from work in turn.
Eyes now closed and black comes easy,
To doze so deep-life feels so breezy.
Slumber slumber roll on thunder
Nothing will wake me from
the covers I’m under……..