I sleep in the afternoons,
a habit hard to overcome.
The siesta offers me a refreshment
which I could never define.
The health tips criticize to the practice
I can never quit.
As years advance a
my time has lengthened.
I relax before and after lunch.
A visible experience,
much to disturb.
I doze off reading a novel,
fall asleep while working
slide into slumber
while travelling.
Is it an element of concern?
I Google.
While browsing the eyes close
the fingers trace letters, form words.
the writings make no sense.
I give up my efforts
sleep when and why
I do not realize.
The way I live my days .
How many years more?
I speculate.
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