It’s the time to dream;
Let go of all the steam;
The most awaited time I deem;
So I may lie down, with smiles to beam.
Now and again I find myself thinking;
As the clock keeps on ticking;
And the raindrops trickling;
Whether or not my life ship is sinking;
Sometimes I smile; other times I cry;
I can’t really tell if you ask me why;
Maybe because I sometimes fall short at the targeted mile;
And other times because I surpass my all-time high;
But regardless of what happened, I pray;
Asking for wisdom so I don’t lose my way;
And not be caught in life’s shades of gray;
But be able to finish my race come what may.
Now I lay me down to sleep;
I pray the Lord my soul to keep;
If I should die before I wake:
I pray the Lord my soul to take.
Josephine Amoako © 2016