Ballad of the Street Lamp

Night light, night light, oh so bright!‘Though my eyes are shut real tight.‘Tis the clock on dimmest settingYet our sleep we are not getting. The street lamp’s out – the lane’s in gloomDiffused light once filled our roomNow dark and clock light contrast moreHence our sleep becomes a chore. They say its best to lightContinue reading “Ballad of the Street Lamp”