Tired
I’m all worn out,
I want to sleep.
I’m out and about,
But I feel it creep,
Into my body, the tired feeling.
I need to lie down.
On my back, I look at the ceiling,
And I don’t make a sound.
And slowly my eyelids begin to close,
All I see is dark black.
This is a good time for a nap, I suppose,
So I stay there on my back.
I need my rest, it seems,
Hopefully I’ll have sweet dreams.
