No wit to write
No thought to ponder
Just a desire to slumber

No want for games to play
No series that I must see
Just a desire to sleep

No desire to talk all night
No want to read by moonlight
Just a need to sleep

Then a friend calls
And I come awake
A grin upon my face
Without a thought of sleep

Hours upon hours
We talk and talk
No thought given for time
No worry given for tomorrow

Just talk and talk
Till the moon has set
And the dawn breaks

Still I smile
Still I wake without complaint
For good friends are worth
The long hours at night


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