What We Ode To Our Beds
This Is A Ode To The Block Of Materials We Slumper Upon.
To The Bunks We Lay Within Daily.
You Have Had To Handle The Weight Of Your Existence, Forced To Spend It Holding Up Ours.
Words Cannot Express The Work You Put In, To Hold Us Up For Hours To Days To Months And Longer.
You Held Our Bodies So Close And Dear To Yourself At Night.
So Close That It Would Rival Our Mothers Affection, In Most Cases Even Outlasting It.
You Cradled Us In Your Frame, As We Had Our Dream Of Delight And Our Nightmares Of Sorrow.
For All These Reasons I Say.
For Your Work.
And Endurance Through These Years.
For Holding Up Until You Broke Down.
Thank You For Offering Comfort To Us As We Were In The Vornurabal Positions Of Slumber.
All I Can Say At The End Of The Day Is.
Thank You.
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