Early in the morning just on three
I get up again for another pee
At four finally drifting of to sleep
My Apple Watch gives off a beep

I sleep with it on my left hand.
It tells me that it’s time to stand
My current meds keep me awake 
For that another a pill you can take

It comes with a warning of sorts
Risk of possible suicidal thoughts
At five while laying awake in bed
Thinking I might be better off dead

With still a pulse and the coming light.
I make it again throughout the night.
And it’s now with the coming dawn
I slowly arise and snuffle a yawn.

Next off to the shed with cup of tea
With wood and tools awaiting me 
Now I know that it’s not that grand
But t’was made by me and by hand

Its here in my shed I’m at my best
With busy hands and mind at rest
Alone at my bench with cup of tea
And where woodwork is my therapy