Tired…

As I lay me down to sleep…………..

My back does ache – my legs feel weak.

My mind does wander in and out

Of what to do next…..

Be sloth or stout.

The arms are heavy and hands they burn,

From use all day-from work in turn.

Eyes now closed and black comes easy,

To doze so deep-life feels so breezy.

Slumber slumber roll on thunder

Nothing will wake me from

the covers I’m under……..

Riss Dolman