Though my eyes are tired
I lay here in wait
For a world so fine
Given on a silver plate
Sleep eludes me
And I can act no more
It seems odd I think
That to be is a chore
My energy sapped
And hair falling out
Are only the beginnings
Of a lifeless draught
But time marches on
And responsibilities I hold
Occupy my mind
And keep out the cold
So I lie here in wait
Til the morning rays
As I slowly count down
The number of my days
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