I Strain Everything

I strain my legs in a struggle for seat Each time on the stairs that weaken; I strain my ears to catch the words In the large room as they speak un-amplified; I strain my hands in the awkward posture the wordy words to keep in white: I strain my eyes, even with the tiny Gleam of the candle, my fill to have; I strain my mind in the dark of the night, The jargon, the parole, the stuff to stock; I strain my Cerebral Faculty, ouch! to get the memory back, at the hot seat; I strain my neck at the dreadful benign board, To see the scores masqueraded in paper. Must I yet strain the rest, seeking solace seething in silence?