In the middle of the night

Makes me think that ...

In the middle of the night,
I’m awake in bed,
Loads of things spinning round my head.

In the middle of the night,
I toss and turn,
Too many things I still need to learn.

In the middle of the night,
It’s becoming hell,
My new job is great but I need to do well.

In the middle of the night
I’m awake in my bed,
And tomorrow’s first meeting fills me with dread.

Sometimes in the blackness of the night, when sleep won't help you, the job fills ones head. Not always pleasantly as we anticipate the day to come.




Lorraine Ansell

This poem is narrated by Lorraine Ansell​ a British female voice over artist who is graciously supporting WorkInWords.

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