THE minute I'm awake in bed A hundred thoughts pop in my head, Before I've had the time to dress A hundred more— They wait all night for me, I guess. But where they go I do not know, Or where they're from; I know just this—they always come; And even grown-up people say To find this out there is no way. Some thoughts are very light and small, And some are brave and strong and tall, And some are bright and pretty, too; And some are loving, good, and true. The strangest thing it is, I find, I'm like the thoughts inside my mind, So thoughts, keep coming all day, do— Especially the good and true! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ODE TO THE BROWN PAPER BAG by JAMES GALVIN CHAMBER MUSIC: 11 by JAMES JOYCE ON A TUFT OF GRASS by EMMA LAZARUS |