Before I Go To Bed

I puff the smoke of a cigarette that burns like the time bestowed.

Taking a last puff as it reaches it's end,

I than step on the butt to assure myself that it's disposed.

Up the creaking stairs I make my way,

To a solid door laid shut before me.

I make my way to the bed hoping I don't wake her, 

She looks so angelic.

I kiss her on the forehead as she faces me peacefully dreaming.

What do I have to give to the man upstairs who has given me everything I could dream for?

To live each day like it's my last, 

and plan for better tomorrows.

My head hits the pillow,

that comforting, warm place.

I than shut my eyes,

in anticipation for the morning's wake.

Reviews

[E.H. Monroe]

Like endin gthe day in joy, getting through sleep as fast as possible just to wake up and enjoy what life has to offer.

Like eating a sweedish fish. Life just don't get no better.

Nice work

[Priyankaabhilaashi]

Good efforts..!! Keep sharing..!!

[(Super) Heroes Never Di..]

aw :)
cute poem. its really sweet.