Munday on Monday: Insomnia

It’s almost twelve, and what to do?

I’ve counted sheep (well, wouldn’t ewe?)

The ticking clock compounds my woe:

I’m wide awake, yet hours flow.

And in the darkness come “the dreads”

(The worries of the day ahead)

With worries: how much worse I’ll be

To get no sleep — it’s after three!

My enemy, the clock, will scoff

Until at last I’m dozing off.

For fifteen minutes, sleep is mine…

Till clock’s alarm chirps: Rise and shine!

Don Munday, dmunday@kcstar.com

This story was originally published December 6, 2015 at 12:00 PM with the headline "Munday on Monday: Insomnia."