Retired is the proper term.
I’m tired again. Though I affirm,
My homage poet is sincere
(Though rhyme in poems can make me squirm).

My friends must think it odd or queer
That I, past full time work, revere
Past powers to function half awake.
They fail now; sleep I hold so dear.

I function now, just half awake
And frankly, had a full day to stake
a claim on napping; the creep
of sinking sun revealing my mistake.

So water boils, the tea to steep,
For I have evening dates to keep,
And hours to go before I sleep.
Please God, for hours, let me sleep.