Night light, night light, oh so bright!
‘Though my eyes are shut real tight.
‘Tis the clock on dimmest setting
Yet our sleep we are not getting.
The street lamp’s out – the lane’s in gloom
Diffused light once filled our room
Now dark and clock light contrast more
Hence our sleep becomes a chore.
They say its best to light a candle
Than to curse the darkness one cannot handle
The reverse applies when ’tis good to block
The source of light with a well-placed sock!
(c) Dennis Ryle 2022
Wondering Pilgrim 