Poem: “Awake in Bed”
Copyright 2014 by Bob Rogers
Note: I wrote this poem originally as a teenager in 1975, but to this day, I continue to struggle with the same feeling that it expresses.
When I plop wearily into bed
Lights out at the end of the day
I suddenly begin to remember
All of the things I forgot to say
All of the things I forgot to do, too.
The simple reason for my every view
I remembered I had left unsaid
What later popped into my head.
These thoughts come slowly, like
the gradual approach of a far-off light.
And they always manage to come to me
in the midst of the night.
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Posted on July 29, 2014, in Poetry and tagged forgetfulness, poem, poetry, regret, sleeplessness. Bookmark the permalink. 3 Comments.
Bob Rogers 
When God lays tasks upon our hearts to accomplish ,(regardless of age)the Faithful aim to make them a Priority—-At sundown`s inventory , it`s disappointing to us if we haven`t reached our expected Goal—-Our Gracious God doesn`t hold us to a one-day schedule
(it`s Commission-ordained duty that counts—not time !—Being present and prepared to Serve (when or where)is a Blessing ! Aren`t We Glad our name is on the Roll ?
Your Poem is Beautiful—-God must have been preparing you for full-time service even then
Thank you, Mrs. Jean!
I love this, Bob. I read a lot of poems you post and enjoy them all.