It doesn’t bother me, that nights are split
by aging into sleeps of brevity.
It seems among all change appropriate.
It doesn’t bother me.

I won’t take melatonin, herbal tea,
or drugs my peers consider requisite.
I don’t use exercise as remedy.

But management of stress I will not quit,
and dog-taught age-acceptance sets me free.
My nights are cracked but naps are exquisite.
It doesn’t bother me.