I Need To Go To Bed At my computer I show no fear. Totally above reproach. But the light is gone, the night is here, And morning does fast encroach. Yet no desire do I have To sleep, though I feel dead. And though it hurts me to admit, I need to go to bed. Logged off Chat an hour ago. Said I was turning in. They all were nice. They all were kind, Each said "Goodnight Friend" But here I sit, typing away, Making rhymes instead. Without a doubt I know for sure, I need to go to bed. How can it be I am this way... Stubborn to the core? Knowing what is right and what I need, Yet continue to ignore. I stop to yawn and scratch my nose. My eyes are Blood Shot Red. Still onward I must push these keys... I need to go to bed. The only poem I've sat to write, Hope it turns out grand. It won't win me any prize But will forever stand. And now that I have writ'n all this That was swimming in my head. I think at last I'll bow to nod, And finally go to bed. Buddy Stacy