I'm rarely in bed before three

And except for a well-watered wee

I'm in bed until noon

And noon is too soon

For the likes of retired old me!

 

Occasionally, I lie there and scheme,

Dozing off - when there might come a gleam

Of unexpected inspiration;

Result: the creation

Of stuff that is based in some dream.

 

I can wake with a tune in my head

And I'll heave myself out of my bed

In the sure knowledge I'll forget

What might be lost to mind yet

If I'm tempted to stop there instead.

 

The mind is a wondrous thing

Never not wanting to sing.

Awake or asleep

The tunes just won't keep...

No need for an alarm clock's dull ring!

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(I had the latest such waking song "Look At Me" recorded for a "demo" just before Christmas).