“Now, how can you be tired?
You’re still young –”
It’s asked without
A trace of irony —
As though exhaustion’s province
Was the old,
And none of us have slept
Since infancy
“Now, how can you be tired?
You’re still young –”
It’s asked without
A trace of irony —
As though exhaustion’s province
Was the old,
And none of us have slept
Since infancy
Beautiful and short- great poem!
True.