The night is over
Sleep evaded me
As the increased dosages you took
Refused to let your body rest
Your imaginary friends spoke too loud
Your answers made no sense
At midnite you decided to wash clothes
2:00am curl your hair
3:00 you emptied the dryer
And at 4:00 you were cooking that afternoons supper
At 5:00 you began looking for our kids who are grown
And at 6:00 the sun started to rise as your eye lids grew heavy
By 7:00 my night was over while I had to listen to you snore
In my mind I keep thinking, why am I not use to this by now?
But then I realize the day you become use to or accustom to misery, it might as well be your last day!
