When sleep escapes me, what can I do,
My mind brings up problems
And I have to think them through.
I try to reject them but I can't clear my brain,
I want to think of other things
But my troubles come again.
People say to get to sleep
The one thing you can try,
Is that old trick of counting sheep,
But mine all seem very shy.
My sheep all seem so naughty
They will not jump the style,
I get all the wayward ones
Their manners are quite vile.
I go through all the poetry
That I loved as a child,
Then I find I've forgotten bits
That really drives me wild.
So It's back to my crosswords
They really tire my brain,
When I've done a few of those
Sleep comes once again.
Jill West.
I find the Daily Telegraph Quick X.word books
ideal for banishing unwanted thoughts.
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I love the poem. Here's one for you.
Just let me get to sleep I thought,
How can it be so tough
When every minute's like an hour
It can be so rough?
Tomorrow's troubles in your mind
Before you've left today
Just give me some peace you beg
And then your brain says okay!!!
n.b. I'm very good at sleeping so I got my typist to write you this poem.
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