In Bed

Methinks
me ought
to stay
in bed
and sleep an hour or two instead.
I ought to work,
I ought to play,
but something deep wants me to stay
in bed.

Me thought
me ought
to jump
right out
and cheeily face the sunny day.
All frailness is
the man of clay
for still there's that which wants to stay
in bed.

Get up!
Get out,
you lazy fool;
the day is wasting quite away,
and all the time
the world goes 'bout
you there upon your pillow lay
in bed.

So, up
I jump.
I face
about.
I put my feet upon the floor.
It's cold. Oh, fright.
I'm weak in spite.
I'll spend the day behind locked door
in bed.

Steve Falkenberg

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Steve Falkenberg

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