My Dear Old Friend
Though he may be to me a dear old friend,
Tonight it seems we only want to fight.
Why will I not allow this day to end?
His snare is closing round me snug and tight.
He's pressing hard for me to just give in.
“Resistance will not work,” I hear him say.
“Just close your eyes, let slumbering begin.
The time has come to close another day.”
So foolishly I think I'll win this war.
My eyes shall not clamp shut till I decree.
Yet stealthily my friend, he wins once more.
I thank him in the morn again, dear Sleep.