Too Tired

I am so tired tonight 
My eyes are barely open 
I've nodded off in my chair 
Dropped my cup and now it's broken 

But... its only seven pm 
It's far too early to go to bed 
So I sit here half comatose 
And pretend to read instead 

I simply don't have the energy 
I'm feeling so uninspired 
I think my get up and go 
Has totally expired 

I am not an early bird
But nor am I a night owl
I am somewhere in the in-between 
A half awake and sleepy fowl 

I know I should help you with the dishes 
Even though I'm feeling shattered 
I'd love to help you but I can't... 
Cause I'm absolutely knackered
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Ireland Avatar
April 29, 2023 at 10:20 PM
You’ve just described my early evenings. Frustrating thing is I’m wide awake when I go to bed. Nice one.
Draper Avatar
April 30, 2023 at 9:18 PM
Thanks Terry :) Isn't that the truth! There must be a good poem to write about that methinks :)
Wolf Avatar
April 29, 2023 at 8:22 PM
Nyuk, nyuk, nyuk, as Moe, Larry, and Curly used to say. 'Knackered,' eh?!... I myself feel rather Crackered! ~ Touche!
Draper Avatar
April 30, 2023 at 9:17 PM
LOL, must be my kiwi way of using words! Pleased you enjoyed it, Gershon :)
Rolland Avatar
April 26, 2023 at 4:45 PM
i can feel that too, then i go to bed, and have good sleep, nice penning, i enjoyed
Draper Avatar
April 28, 2023 at 6:45 PM
Thanks Yann:) There's nothing better than a good sleep!
Bauer Avatar
April 25, 2023 at 5:02 PM
Ha! I can do relate to this, Julie! I love the “get up and go” line…
Draper Avatar
April 25, 2023 at 9:37 PM
Thanks Ilene, I'm pleased you enjoyed it. My get up and go has long departed! :)
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