Ode to my Bed

I feel like I spend,
half my life in bed.
We’re together so much,
we really should be wed

It’s not much fun,
with a bed for a friend.
Lying there for hours on end,
sends me round the bend

It sees me at my worst,
when I hide from the world.
Sees my pain and tears,
as I slowly come unfurled

It’s not much fun,
with a bed for a friend.
But it takes me as I am,
there’s no need to to pretend

Even though I hate it,
it truly knows me well.
And it must surely,
have some tales to tell

It’s not much fun,
with a bed for a friend.
But it keeps me warm and cosy,
and helps me rest and mend