My eyes sting
They grow tired, reflecting my inner state
I can barely make it to my bed
I have spent my day
Doing things I enjoy achieving
Knowing things very worth knowing
And seeing things well worth seeing
So now I know I must close these eyes
That protest at being used late into the night
They threaten to rebel, to shut down
Form a union, Go on strike,
Demand I give them some time to rest.
Little can they comprehend
How much there is in store for them tomorrow
And the rest of their days.
If I knew that future, I might conserve their strength.
But then again, might not we all?…..
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