When I am old,
I’ll fear the night,
when monsters rise
from under the bed,
and doubts appear
to haunt your sleep,
and no sun shines to guide you,
when fears come through
the fabric of dreams
appear more real
than what they are,
they whisper storms and tragedy
and darkness folds around you,
But morning comes and fears subside,
Sunrise reds will light the sky,
The owls retreat to parts unknown,
the birds in song remind you,
Another day has dawned.
cfblack 04-05-2021
Doctor Grandma 