The sound of the clock, each tick bringing it a little closer
An owl hoots in the park
A fox barks
Cars pass outside
The bed is warm
Somewhere a couple laugh
Time creeps onwards
I roll over
Sleep envelops,
I dream
Is death one long dream from which we never wake? And, if so would I know the difference between the state of dreaming and that of death?
K Morris - Poet 
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A thought provoking poem
Thank you for reblogging Jack. Regards. Kevin
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Such questions before I’ve had coffee!
Ah but are you sure that you haven’t had coffee? You could be dreaming that you have not had coffee. Indeed I may be imagining that I am writing these words when I am, in fact still tucked up in my bed. Thanks for your comment. Kevin
Hum, sounds like I need something stronger than coffee! Thanks, JC