The Sleepfighter

Who is the sleepfighter?

Not some somnambulistic pugilist,
At a free-for-all fracas
Throwing punches in a night cap & gown.
Nay, not a feud of fisticuffs in fitted sheets

Neither is it a worshipper
In the sanctity of sleep
The sleepfighter is a heathen
At the altar of night

There will be no going with just
A story,
A rock,
And a kiss goodnite

To arms! To arms!
Cries the wee sleepfighter
To sleep! To sleep!
Answers the weary roots

But youth and daring will out
While age & love caves in,
And I rock my sleepfighter
Into that good night