Frosty by woods on a summer’s evening
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.
What a fun poem! It made me smile. Nicely done!
Love the ending!
Oh, this is a gem! So Frosty!
so much painful truth wrapped up in your engaging lines–deserves more than one reading.
This is the writing of a teacher, where there is no time that sleep is not a wishful idea, while our brains are full of words and writing and students ….. Love this!