I lay awake thinking, <br />blinking, and making <br />any necessary retaking <br />'Tis half past eleven <br /> <br />I lay awake winking <br />I should be sinking, <br />right into a linking <br />'Tis half past twelve <br /> <br />I can't quite understand <br />Just how one can withstand <br />I must learn again to stand <br />'Tis half past one <br /> <br />I cannot come to a conclusion <br />I slip further into exclusion <br />I will write a new inclusion <br />'Tis half past two <br /> <br />This thing I write in a journal <br />This task has become diurnal <br />I think I may be nocturnal <br />'Tis half past three <br /> <br />I think I will go to bed now <br />I don't know how I can allow <br />These thoughts I should plow <br />'Tis half past four <br /> <br />(August 18th,2006)<br /><br />Christopher G. Turner<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/half-past-bed-time/
