johnsbucket 10 #1 Posted March 13, 2014 (edited) Sweet Dreams Tis the morning that bring’eth light, Yet the evening delivers night, The clock ticks away all day long, Life will begin, life will be gone, Momentarily periods of sublime, No control do we have of time, Light that starts every day, Need to fulfil in every way, Night takes over fear and dread, Most disappear off to bed, Close their eyes, visit their dreams, Life’s a stage with different themes, This is where make believe thoughts, Lying on beaches in bikinis and shorts, Visiting places away, where all is well, Only to be ended by that wretched alarm bell. Johnsbucket Edited May 9, 2014 by johnsbucket Share this post Link to post Share on other sites Share this content via...