Tuesday, December 23, 2003

Bedtime

          BEDTIME

 

How come when I, exhausted, lay in bed,

Dozens of things undone run through my head?

It seems to me so wrong, unfair, not right,

That sins of the day thus visit the night!

 

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

oh !! i like this one .. cept i would have titled it Bed Head Noise .. i may just have to steal it lol
i hope your holidays are fantastic !!
pamela

Anonymous said...

What an awesome journal. just love it. will be back many times. please stop by and check out my two: "Both Sides of The Coin" and "From Solitude-From Silence"
Barbpinion

Anonymous said...

I guess when we make God feel sad because of our sins. He remindes us at night when He can get our attition!
What yous think?
Kathey
Nohrfam@aol.com

Anonymous said...

I don't think the author of this poem was thinking sin as in "sin" but rather in simple mistakes that one makes during the day, or things that just doesn't get done. Things you should have said but didn't.