Restlessness

Restlessness

Creeping thru the corridors
In the middle of the night
She ties her waist belt on her dressing gown
To keep her snug & tight

It is rather chilly
Heating hasn’t turned on yet
It doesn’t come on till 6 am
Coz thats the way that it is set

Feeling sleepy but disturbed
She decided to make a brew
Hasn’t had any sleep at all
Only a wink or two

But thats usual for this woman
So it is nothing that is new
Poor Agnus Rogerson
She doesn’t know what to do

Her active brain is just a pest
Theres always things on her mind
She can’t relax, seldom does rest
Must be in her genes I think you’ll find

Its such a lonely world
In the dead of the night
She stares out of the dew glass window
The big old moon is shining bright

Oh how she adores the sky 
On a crisp, clear night,  nearly dawn
It won’t be long till birds awake 
They sweetly sing early morn

Now shes sipped her cup of tea
Rubbing her eyes, giving a yawn
I think my bed beckons me
She tells herself feeling forlorn