Some nights this manna in life, comes without any strife. other days, tossing and turning in bed, can make many see red. Sound sleep is a gift, without an argument or rift, one of the best mood lift, oh the places to which one can drift. Dreams of people and place, or past incidents in trace, can be beautiful to recall, like walking down memory mall. You can sleep anytime and anywhere, says my spouse in visible despair, sleep comes to me without asking, on a couch or bed-with a bit of slouching. Shut eye is a gift to cherish, can make all problems perish, Even if it's for a while, Sleep and dreams can bring a smile. Sleep time and ways, Can cause conflict and fray, parents of teens would agree, their sleep regimens are not conflict free I hear of sleep issues with age, one of the many troubles at that stage. But, like so much else in life, we learn to dance to different music of fife.
Rhythm & Rhyme 