"Awake, But Weary..."

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!