In the middle of the night,
When
I’m struggling with sleep,
I
come up with many plans
That
I know I’ll never keep.
I’ll
replace the sagging couch,
Sand
and buff the parquet floors,
Get
new valances and shades,
Paint
the ceilings, walls and doors.
Add
A/C where there is none,
Trade
the bunk beds for a queen,
Go
through closets, drawers and shelves
Like
it’s part of my routine.
As
I toss and turn and think,
With
a vow to make each change,
I’m
aware that what I’m planning
Doesn’t
seem so very strange.
But
as soon as I awake,
My
resolve, a tiny flame,
Fizzles
out and so my world
Stays
unstylishly the same.
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