The Benefits Of Rest

Each dawn...
There is a promising freshness in the air,
One awakening to take a deep breath of it...
Wishes would linger on.

And between dawn and sunset,
There seems an attraction to madness...
Some people are wilfully open to project.

But then,
When midnight arrives...
Fewer minds are concentrating,
On disturbing the peace.

At least,
Each dawn...
There is a promising freshness in the air,
One awakening to take a deep breath of it...
Wishes would linger on and stays there.
With hopes that those attracted to madness...
Have magically overslept to discover the benefits of rest.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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