Tired Grind

Too tired to write--
to pick up this pen
think of these thoughts all over again.

I'm too tired to write
to tap on these keys
the words they come slowly
sleep comes with ease.

Worries and worries
worries and woes
Stress keeps on churning
it ebbs and it flows

Still carry on
hoist the main sails at last
no time to tarry
The die has been cast

To tired to write
I say this, "the end"
Tomorrow comes quickly
The grind starts again