Bone Tired
Too weak to move faster than a steady stumble
to weary for much more than a smile
much more than a shrug, much more
than what is required to return to sleep
So tired that my bones protest and creak
to sit is to slump, to walk is a like crawling
from bed to the breakfast table
much less than pain but more than an itch
I long for the deeper sleep
the waking dreams of the working day
the moment when the body quits
this mortal coil for the escape to slumber
Too weak to move faster than a steady stumble
to weary for much more than a smile
much more than a shrug, much more
than what is required to return to sleep
So tired that my bones protest and creak
to sit is to slump, to walk is a like crawling
from bed to the breakfast table
much less than pain but more than an itch
I long for the deeper sleep
the waking dreams of the working day
the moment when the body quits
this mortal coil for the escape to slumber
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