The Sleep I Get! Poem by Long Tooth

The sleep I get - like weather, mate,
Or partner -sometimes isn't great,
Still, I confess there is a bond,
Of vagaries (it seems I'm fond) !
Like rainbows, all appear then go,
(Self-confident as April snow.)
It's true, I'm old and what know I,
When dust is Apple in my eye,
At least speck's pain creates a need
For otherwise, I'm bored indeed!
"To feel, to feel, " love does pay rent,
Though soon we die, it's permanent!


Long Tooth
January 27,2018