Sleep

Its late at night
That I hear the call
Whispering, wanting,
Must have it all.

During the day
I hear that sirens song,
Hiding and seeking,
Making the day long.

An old friend,
It has been around
A very long time,
It exacts not an inch, but the pound.

It sneaks up on you
In the early afternoon,
Wants your attention
And your mood.

I wish I could live without it,
Yes, that would be grand.
If I could live without it,
I would be a new man.

Sleep, you're my family,
Friend and foe.
Without you I drag,
So its off to sleep I go.

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