I tossed and turned the night away
Trying to feel the comfort as I lay
But something pressed against me
Causing me great grief
For try as I might I could not sleep
Tossing and turning to the point of despair
I awoke to find a grain of sand lying there
It was amazing to me as large as I am
That a single grain of sand could move such a man
But that’s what problems do when we don’t move
A question of the mind, “what do we do?”
It’s amazing to think had I cleaned my bed
My head would be nestled in my pillowed rest
So let this be a lesson to me and you
Take care of the little problems before they take care of you.
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