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Sleep won’t come, but what’s new?
It’s late at night… well actually  not,
it’s early in the darkness of morning.
Here I sit, once again while others
sleep until night’s end.
There’s a slight wind blowing rain
 drops against my window pane.
Oh! How lonely it seems when it rains.                   
I wonder if Poe will show with his
black raven, that I know so well!
The lack of sleep make the mind tired and weak.
Visions appear from days gone by, nameless face
forgotten from the lapse of time, which I cannot deny.
Places and faces remembered only in rhyme.
Oh! How I wish I could capture time in a bottle;
and magically return to those days gone by.
Days of wine, roses and dancing on the streets of Pairs!
Those were the days that I thought would never end!
But end they have and here I sit wondering what tomorrow will bring.
If it would only bring tranquil sleep!
Oh! How content I would be…for you see,
It won’t be long until I’m eighty-three!
Jackie R. kays  © 2014


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