Tired for Most of the Day
No matter how long I might sleep,
Or what are the hours I keep,
I wake up at dawn
And I stifle a yawn,
Never leaving my bed with a leap.
For I’m tired for most of the day,
Even if waking up I delay.
Age is taking its toll
And I’m not in control
When my eyelids do heavily weigh.
Still, despite feeling any concern,
There is something in this I can learn.
If my tiredness shows
I could say, I suppose,
It sure beats being stuffed in an urn!
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2025
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