Here's a little poem that I came up with today. I don't often write poetry, because I don't put myself to it enough. But once in a while, I'll have some inspiration, and I'm able to come up with something fairly nice (if I may be so presumptuous as to say so myself... Oh dear gracious. Doth that pestilent pride assault me yet again?) I wrote this one because I felt like writing something about being tired, because... well, I was tired. And it turned into a poetic reflection on life. Enjoy.
"Awake, But Weary..."
by The Maestro
Awake, but weary, tired, fatigued,
I stagger on, for many a league.
The call of sleep grows stronger now;
Great drops of sweat fall from my brow.
I yawn a yawn a canyon wide.
Too long to earth have I been tied.
My steps drag slower, day by day,
And life continues to waste away.
This life’s a desert, endless, great;
Its end I much anticipate.
There is no water, pond, or lake,
From which I may a drink intake.
Alas, alas, that I were dead!
The crown of glory on my head!
Reward for endless suff’rings borne,
Through rock and crag and sandy storm.
I must accept, ‘tis not my time.
This upward stair I still must climb.
But in due course, my peace I’ll gain,
And sing in heav’n with glad refrain!