Ah..... the blessed sleep,
That restricts the mind,
And lets dreams emerge,
To relax mind and body.
Life's daily toil and troubles
Loom overhead like a cloud,
And takes away the joys,
Of long lost childhood.
So simple life was then;
Never a care to weigh the soul.
The only worry of a child's life,
Was where the fun began.
Children dream as they surely do,
Of fame and fortune,
And hoping all the while,
That their dreams come true.
Now as age adheres to the body,
And time passes so very swiftly,
The wanders of the world
Seems too old to try to remember.
Dreams that sometimes are nightmares,
come too often it seems these days.
The world yearns for youth,
And wishes and to build upon.
To sleep, and let dreams arise,
To relieve the tired mind;
Bring on the wishes and fantasies
And Let rest an exhausted body.
by Jann Newland
(copyright - Nov. 2003)
