Night Poem

Through the night I go, stepping lightly around the house.
Packing the pipe with small lights of green.
The big bright green pleasure machine. (Simon and Garfunkel)

On through the night I burn the midnight oil,

Loving my music and forgetting about my troubles,

Filling my mind with smoky dreams, watering the soil,

How good it is to have a home life again, happiness doubles,

I’ve always heard gypsies make better lovers.

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I liked especially this ‘forgetting about my troubles’, why to worry, we live only once, all troubles gone away, we just need to let it to go and be free.