In the middle of the night
Paul
2015
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.
Makes me think that ...
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.
Narrator:
Lorraine Ansell
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