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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About Bob Rogers

Hospital chaplain in Mississippi. Adjunct history professor (online). Formerly a pastor for 33 years in Mississippi and Georgia. Avid cyclist.

Posted on July 29, 2014, in Poetry and tagged , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 3 Comments.

  1. 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

  2. Thank you, Mrs. Jean!

  3. I love this, Bob. I read a lot of poems you post and enjoy them all.

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