Alan L. Winters
SOULS OF SANDMEN
I saw the movement on the bed,
Souls of sandmen long since dead.
So long ago they beckoned me
When roses bloomed and birds flew free.
Now petals fall from dying rose
To await the fate of early snows.
Yet still I lay in bed and sighed
And wished the sandmen hadn’t died.
©Copyright by Alan L. Winters (Date Unknown)
Author’s Note: As a night worker I had to sleep by day which wasn’t always easy