This poem has been on my thoughts recently…
AMPLE make this bed.
Make this bed with awe;
In it wait till judgment break
Excellent and fair.
Be its mattress straight,
Be its pillow round;
Let no sunrise’ yellow noise
Interrupt this ground.
Speaking of beds, I’m curious.
How many of you faithfully make your bed each day?
Are there days when you simply don’t have the time to make your bed?
Or, for the most part, are you able to make your bed each and every day?
For years, I’ve always had a problem with making the bed, until recently. Now I’m pretty committed to making sure the bed is made in the mornings.
Of course, that job has always been left to me. My wife doesn’t really have the time since she rushes in the mornings to get to work. Me, I’m the musician who works nights, so I guess it’s fallen on me to make the bed.
So now, I’m finally certain in my mind, that’s what I’m going to do every morning… wake up and make the bed. I’m firmly resolved in my mind that this will happen from now on… come what may.
And now, I must run off to make the bed….