Tired for Most of the Day

No matter how long I might sleep,

Or what are the hours I keep,

I wake up at dawn

And I stifle a yawn,

Never leaving my bed with a leap.

 

For I’m tired for most of the day,

Even if waking up I delay.

Age is taking its toll

And I’m not in control

When my eyelids do heavily weigh.

 

Still, despite feeling any concern,

There is something in this I can learn.

If my tiredness shows

I could say, I suppose,

It sure beats being stuffed in an urn!