I’ve said Hail Mary’s and counted sheep

But I cannot seem to get to sleep.

The gas furnace doesn’t want to stop,

The water heater starts with a pop.

The sirens on the steet go swiftly,

The cars returning home pass quickly.

Now the clock is going tick, tick, tick,

While the falling rain goes drip, drip, drip.

There’s no sense staying here in bed,

I’ll go get something to eat, "she said."

These cookies and milk will be the means

Of me putting me in the Land of Dreams.

(Going to bed at 4:00 A.M. – 3-15-76)