I’m
getting tired and need a nap,
just
something short to fill the gap
between
my brain and competence.
Today,
I’ve made so little sense.
At
night, it’s hard to get to sleep;
and,
getting there, I cannot keep
myself
in slumber, but I snooze
and
wake and stew till dream ensues.
My
awesome bed can’t be the cause.
Perhaps
arthritis makes sleep pause,
or
all the thoughts that flood my mind.
In
any case, sleep lags behind.
Exhaustion
daily takes a toll
and
solid sleep’s beyond control.
But
I’m at work, can’t take a break.
I
have to try to stay awa...
Copyright ©2018, Paul H.
Harder II
This poem is licensed under a
Creative Commons
BY-NC-ND 4.0 License.
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