If I never see another sunrise
It will be too soon.
I’d much rather stay up late
And contemplate the moon.
When the sun creeps in my window,
Six or seven o’clock,
It is less a pleasant thing,
And more a nasty shock.
Late to bed and late to rise,
oh that’s the life for me.
Mornings are for sleeping,
or for grumbling sleepily.
If I could but sleep till ten
I’d thank the heav’nly powers.
But I have a two year old,
so I’ve been up for hours.
LOVE It. Only a sleep-deprived morning could grab that one out of your brain. 🙂
please tell me you have plans to set this poem to music and make a youtube video of you singing it? 🙂 this could be the beginning of a very entertaining Schubert-esque song cycle!
My sentiments exactly. Whoever said early to bed and early to rise……was a morning person. Late to bed late to rise… Now that’s what makes me happy.
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