Sigh ...

When I was a child I loved to read. I think I got my love of books from my Mum as she loves to read too. I remember we had a bookcase in the hallway upstairs loaded with books. One of my favourites was a book of poems by Robert Louis Stevenson - A Child's Garden of Verses. There were several poems I loved but one of my favourites was called bed in summer. It's 8.07pm now and almost my bedtime as I get up at 2.45am to go to work. The sun is still shining and I don't feel like going to bed and I'm reminded of that poem again.

Bed in Summer - Robert Louis Stevenson

In winter I get up at night
And dress by yellow candlelight.
In summer quite the other way,
I have to go to bed by day.

I have to go to bed and see
The birds still hopping on the tree,
Or hear the grown-up people's feet
Still going past me in the street.

And does it not seem hard to you,
When all the sky is clear and blue,
And I should like so much to play,
To have to go to bed by day?