Time to “go to bed,”

I say in quotes because

I won’t be sleeping any time soon. 

 

5, 6, 7 am.

The sun will rise

And soon descend.

Another day passed,

And the shadows cast

On the curtains

Grow and shrink and bend.  

 

From one fool to another,

This view is unlike any other.

I don’t know if I’ll make it off this hill,

But I’m glad to have a brother.