The rain outside is pouring, my husband's upstairs snoring,
It's 3am and I have yet to sleep,
The pills they aren't a'working, they're job they are a'shirking,
I'm so fed up it makes me want to weep.
My feet are full on flaring, and I am near despairing,
A little rest is not a lot to ask,
So, help me out here please, as I'm nearly on my knees,
The pain etched on my face just like a mask.
It's not a look I relish, my old face I would cherish,
Wrinkles and all if I could have it back.
There's nothing I can do to get back the life I knew,
I'm in the here and now and that's a fact
I'll have to toil away, and get through each new day,
Finding the strength to keep on keeping on.
Find something that will calm me, and stop me going barmy,
Ah yes, I'll go and put the kettle on.
Have some decaff tea, no tempting fate for me
I mean to sleep when the flaring calls CEASEFIRE.
Don't want my brain so wired, when I am oh, so tired,
I could sleep up on a circus tightrope wire.
And now the dawn is breaking, some progress I am making,
My feet are cooling down I'm glad to say
Shan't need another pill, just climb the wooden hill,
Turn out the lights and finally hit the hay.
The rain has stopped it's pouring, it's my turn now for snoring
It's half past five and I am going to sleep.
I've left a note "don't wake me, you'll have to make your own tea",
Just come and rouse me in about a week!!!