Wearily, I Make me Bed

A Variety in Prose

Wearily, I Make me Bed

Wearily, I Make my Bed (c) Ron Kinard 2006

“Wearily, I Make My Bed”

Ron Kinard © 2-2006

tossed covers

from a restless night

tell a lonely story

the bed

big enough for two

comforting

only one

offers peace

to it’s single inhabitant

a lonesome pillow

stands guard

protecting a

sometimes, empty head

from crashing in it’s wake

of fitful sleep

we make our own bed

where we, therefor

must lie

the bed is made again

on another day

existing in it’s

own space

separating

daily life from

daily rest

who is to see

this calm ocean of dreams

when it’s owner

sails recklessly

within a ship of fools

encumbered in the thoughts

of another

lonely night

cast adrift

within it’s peaceful existence

fearing the next torrential storm

to wreak havoc

within the field of dreams

calming the ocean

smoothing out each wrinkle

pacifying the sea of life

to which we all return

amongst all the other

wayward travelers

lonely and unguided

wearily, I make my bed

When this happens, hire a maid~


				*A Variety in Prose* *Wearily, I Make me Bed*



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		Wearily, I Make my Bed (c) Ron Kinard 2006



		“Wearily, I Make My Bed” Ron Kinard © 2-2006 tossed covers from a restless night tell a lonely story the bed big enough for two comforting only one offers peace to it’s single inhabitant a lonesome pillow stands guard protecting a sometimes, empty head from crashing in it’s wake of fitful sleep we make our own bed where we, therefor must lie the bed is made again on another day existing in it’s own space separating daily life from daily rest who is to see this calm ocean of dreams when it’s owner sails recklessly within a ship of fools encumbered in the thoughts of another lonely night cast adrift within it’s peaceful existence fearing the next torrential storm to wreak havoc within the field of dreams calming the ocean smoothing out each wrinkle pacifying the sea of life to which we all return amongst all the other wayward travelers lonely and unguided wearily, I make my bed



		When this happens, hire a maid~