Tired

Today I’m much too tired
To write a simple poem.
My eyelids started closing
On the subway, going home.

I’m such a morning person that
When I stay up too late,
My brain and body just rebel;
I don’t exaggerate.

I could capitulate, I guess,
Like others that I know,
And catch some z’s when pulled into
That P.M. undertow.

But napping’s really not my thing,
So my routines I’ll keep;
Although once I am on the couch,
I know I’ll fall asleep.

I’ll probably miss the playoff’s end,
Or parts of my new shows;
It seems inconsequential
But it isn’t, heaven knows,

‘Cause it’s proof I’m getting older,
Falling in that aging trap;
Still I’ll suffer with exhaustion,
But I will not take a nap!