Catnaps Are More the Habit
A peaceful sleep,
Rarely descends upon an active mind.
Catnaps are more the habit.
And an awakened time is spent...
Finding how to use it,
At the expense of a talent.
Or a cause one seeks,
To either invent or complete.
Rest?
One unaccustomed has to be reminded,
To get some is for the best.
And yet there are those who commit themselves...
Regardless of those concerned.
Or the quality of their protests.
There are those who are driven.
And there are so many who could care less!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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