Impatient was the adjective for me
before I spoke. And willful was the trait
my parents had to deal with. Apathy
was never apt to catch and generate
my portrait. So it won’t be a surprise
to learn I scorned all naps and wouldn’t keep
the bedtime they selected. I had eyes
too greedy, nerves too occupied, to sleep.

Considering all rest a waste of time,
I boasted that I got along without,
when I was young and even through my prime,
but lately that philosophy’s in doubt.
I make the time to rest now, for I seem
to covet the excursion into dream.