To sleep, or not to sleep: that is the question:
Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous waking,
Or to take arms against the bright light of day,
And by curtaining end it? To sleep: to rise
No more; and by a sleep to say we postpone
The to-do list and the thousand annoying tasks
That day is full of, ’tis another five minutes
Devoutly to be wish’d. To lie down;
To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there’s the blessing;
For in sleep what dreams may come
When we have tucked in to this comfy bed,
Must give us joy: there’s the desire
That makes calamity of so short a night;
For who would bear the whips and scorns of daytime,
The boss’s bad breath, the tax man’s greed,
The creak of yawns, the traffic’s delay,
The insolence of children and the whines
That patient merit of the spouse takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a soft pillow?
With sincere apologies to Shakespeare
5 thoughts on “An Ode to Sleep”
Hahaha you are so creative, I love it. Why didn’t I think of this???
Love it! Sleep – ah, there is the rub, for I get none of it. Well, not enough anyway. I should have written my silly poem in response to today’s prompt to sleep instead – that elusive beauty, which holds my keys to sanity, and always slips from my grasp; alas, such a pity.
Well hows about that then, a poet and you didn’t know it. Happy Valentines.
HA! If you want to call blatant thievery poetry, that is fine by me. 😉 Happy Valentines to you as well.
All words are borrowed not thieved.
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