Too tired to breath
Too worn to see
Too weary to feel
Or taste my cup of tea
The night will be short
The sleep will be light
The rest will be troubled
until the sun brings light
The work will be waiting
The chores will be there
The people will say
“Mom, I want my share!”
My head is so heavy
My eyes are long blinking
My fingers are slipping
And I’m no longer t
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