Fading sunset
the yellow orb lowers his curtains
go to bed go to bed

sun has spread my bed
time at demands yet
my eyes still read

my mind still fresh
just the feel for
go to bed go to bed

the thoughts of soft pillows
do not hide sorrows
as we know
woe is not same as sorrow

sun keeps asking then
one day it's twenty four hours to play
needs not add one day
with your sleepless stay

pretending seriously
if so, you won't be attending
the rapid planned family wedding



© Sylvia Frances Chan