Burning Midnight Oil

I burn midnight oil

day after day.

I have read all genres

and continue to do so.

In the dark night,

moon for company,

I pore over books,

and I write my thoughts,

hearing the coyote howling

or the dove cooing.

It’s my meditation time,

nobody bothers.

Wisdom is power,

good judgment skill,

is a precious asset,

I believe firmly.

So, I learn

with unwavering passion,

until my spine hurts

and eyelids beg for rest.

Then I hit the hay,

calling it a day.