I used to think that sleep was not for me;
It stole my share of time, when time should last
To use each second to capacity,
And make each moment's value unsurpassed.
I cheated sleep's designs and slaked my thirst
For friendships, conversations, songs to sing;
Why go to sleep? Making love came first,
Pernicious time was always on the wing.
Today the tables are reversed; I chase
Sleep's pleasures every chance I can, and yet
She plays coy games and shows a lack of grace,
Not staying long enough, to my regret.
The old expression's true, its message strong;
We always value something when it's gone.