Dusk is falling again.
That fearful journey is approaching.
God, you said that 'weeping endureth for a night, but joy cometh in the morning'.
But father...how long the night?

I toss, I turn, another attack of insomnia.
Unresolved problems, unpaid bills, rebellious children.
Tearful eyes and wet pillows.
Father...how long the night?

Dawn has come, a splitting headache,
puffy and red eyes are the telltale signs of a sleepless night.
Father...how long the night?

I wait...and then i wait some more. Enduring the long nights,
waiting for my joy that will come in the morning.
Father... how long the night?

from the book POEMS BY MIM.