I wake at night and check the clock
And
oftentimes I am in shock
To
see how little time has passed,
The
stretch ahead prolonged and vast.
I’ll
wake again and maybe more,
Discouraged
as I was before
To
know the morning’s far away
And
sleep won’t hold me in its sway.
A
friend, however, wakes up, too,
Yet
she maintains a different view.
She
loves the fact that hours await
For
her to sleep and wake up late.
In
one way, though, we are the same
And
know exactly what’s to blame
For
interrupted sleep, you see,
And
that’s the nighttime need to pee.
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