You Never See Him Poem by Gordon Jackson

I don't think anyone has ever seen him
He comes mostly in the night
Don't think anyone knows why
Maybe he's afraid of the light.

He's very, very quiet
You'll never hear him talking
You'll never hear him coming
You'll never hear him walking.

He comes when you're sound asleep
When your eyes are closed real tight
You'd think he'd be sleeping too
In the middle of the night.

But no, he's in your bedroom
And he's in the bed with you
He does not pose a threat
Harm some one, he won't do.

I was told about this guy
When I was young and small
My Grandma spoke of him
And Mom too, as I recall.

He's with you in the morning
Where he comes from, no one knows
Your eyes will stick together
In the corners is where he goes.

When you wake and rub your eyes
He'll usually go away
But he'll be back again
When night replaces day.

We have to put up with him
The best way that we can
That quiet, sneaky guy
'The Sand Man'.