Author: Barbara Goodhew


it's late at night, well really it's morning.
i should be snoring. i love staying up late.
quiet and i do my best thinking when it's late.
yet couldn't wait to get home early when on a date.
if i had my way now, i would sleep all day and be up all night.
have to deal with life during the day bills, stresses and strife.
but then again that's what they call


Comments on this poem/writing:

Diana ( -- Friday, December 6 2002, 04:59 pm

I agree

This poem is just what us "night owls" feel about the time we spend between sun down and sun up. It is just as she wrote. Peaceful!
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