69. A ‘Night time’ Ode

  • I’m becoming tiny, really rather small
  • Like a little mouse, hardly there at all.
  • Voice getting quieter,  quiet and weak
  • Often only managing, a tiny little squeak
  • Strides becoming shorter, feet drag the floor
  • Using all my strength, try to reach the door
  • Place hands along the wall, feeling the way
  • Body moves, feet don’t, please don’t fall I say
  • Slip and slide, gradually I stumble
  • Just wanting to move, I try and I mumble.
  • I lean, I lunge; try and move away
  • Making any progress? Impossible today
  • All of this palarva for a cup of tea
  • Hoping there’s a hob nob  in the tin for me
  • I stop and think, do I really need a cup of tea
  • Is I really worth it? As i sink to my knees
  • When will my meds kick in, god only knows
  • As the mouse scuttles away on its tiny little toes

 

  • What shall I be when I grow up
  • I think I will make something up
  • A Squirmmeister, a Fruit-twister, a neolithic mime
  • Crickey, you just caught me trying to use up time
  • It’s 0313 in the morn, not time to get up yet
  • Crawling the walls, no sleep yet
  • Wishing I could sleep, have some rest as well
  • And actually one day, sleep through the alarm bell
  • Sorry you have woken, to another silly rhyme
  • After a good nights sleep, checking in at breakfast time
  • Only to see another, nighttime post from me
  • Waffling about insomnia, at half past three

 

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