Yes, I Even Write Poetry about Insomnia

Bet you’ll never guess when I wrote this beaut!

(Hint: It begins with a three and ends with an a.m.)

If you find something inspirational in this poem—thus justifying its placement in a blog dedicated to celebrating life’s little blessings—please let me know quick! I’m going to need some good excuses. :D

Rotisserie Chicken

When one reaches

a certain age,

sleep slides

from effortless

to effort.

Instead of nesting in

for the night,

one becomes like a bird

on a spit—

rotating regularly,

not to become well done,

but to keep the aches

from doing one in.

Spinning round and round and round!
Photo source: AARP.org