A child goes to sleep,
When his mom sings lullabies.
Smiles in sleep, cries in sleep,
Wakes up when no more in need,
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@ Cassandra Jasmine, Thanks for reading my poem. Your comments are always sweet, and distinctive, and so is this one.
@ Sally Plumb Plumb, Your both comments are gratefully acknowledged and appreciated.
Now money is honey and sing lullaby most of we sleeps on the lap of evil knowledge and parish
Wonderful poem! I like the middle stanza, which reminds me of my oldest cousin.... Except he doesn't plan to get married any time soon. :) It's short, but I still like it!
Laurie X3, Thanks for sharing your thoughts and appreciating my poem.
@ Geetha Jayakumar, Thanks for your appreciation. I wanted to send you a message but when I clicked 'Send' button, the following message came: This member does not allow sending message to him / her..
@ Pradip Chattopadhyay, Thanks! At old age too, Can't some one want to listen to some kind of a lullaby?
The last stanza reminds me of my Dad. He regularly visited the barber. Thanks.
A young man, with the woman he desires, full of hormones, probably aware of more than the song and fingers humming running through his hair. Nice poem of changes.
Beautiful poem on Sleep for three stages in life..Loved reading it. Sir, please do write some comments for my poems too. Thank you.
@ Noreen Carden, Thanks for your comment. I am glad that it caught your sight.
Hello Khairul a lovely poem about the three ages of man well written
@ Aftab Alam Khursheed, Thank you very much for reading my poem and sharing your thoughts. I am inspired.