Four thirty A.M. <br />The hardest work in the world to do is nothing <br />Still air, to quite to think <br />I open the window to the night air <br />Hoping for a sound <br />Only my thoughts and they are few <br />Where in the world is the cricket? <br />When you need him! <br />Such wasted life!<br /><br />Barry A. Lanier<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/insomniac-12/
