Today, my brother's twenty-nine,
And I'm sure he's feeling fine,
Though of this, I've got no sign,
For he is yet asleep.
That he is makes sense to me,
For he works nights under a sea
Of lights, as it must of course be,
And he is still asleep.
He will wake in time and find
Whatever I will leave behind
To show him I keep him in mind,
But just now, he's asleep.