Sleep is like closing our shop for the day
Bringing the shutters down, but as a first phase
We tidy up, check stock and account books
Seek new resources and peek at needs
Plus dream of more gains, assuaged environs
Sorted out issues and disentangled debts
Thus unwinding and closing off
To retire and enjoy sound deep sleep.
But isn't sleep a daily rehearsal for death?
For the final winding up, lock stock and barrel
Back to the elements into entropy's haven
For the delight of micro-friends gathering for a meal.
Young was smart, sought, from death,
From God of death as the old folks thought,
Confronted by how and what if any are beyond demise
The busy God clarified, 'Ponder, be patient,
Choose the permanent and not the passing,
Choose the good and be not swayed by temptations,
To be fulfilled like those who have gained wisdom and strength'.
Would sleep be sound if good is favored, not the fleeting