Bear with me as I tell of my plight, <br />I am just an old man that cannot sleep at night. <br />I have counted millions of sheep in my time, <br />Even written verses that usually rhyme. <br />Full moon nights are really the worse <br />For then I am compelled to write more verse. <br />Sleeping tablets I have take by the score, <br />These make things worse and cause me to snore. <br />I have had hot baths before going to bed, <br />These make my skin wrinkly and red. <br />Cold showers I have tried to make me sleep, <br />But I only end up counting more sheep. <br />They say as one gets older one does not need so much sleep. <br />When I hear this psuedo wisdom I just want to weep. <br />When I was young eight hours sleep was just right. <br />It saw me through a long restful night. <br />If just for once I could sleep through the night, <br />I would not ask you to bear with my plight.<br /><br />Bernard Shaw<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-plight/
