Hard with Playing

The little boy is sound asleep;
The day’s been hard with playing –
With spaceships that need piloting,
And dragons that need slaying —

The young man now is hard a-doze,
The night’s been flush with dancing,
That beauty who he’s long admired
And after finally chancing —

The father’s sleeping in his chair;
The day’s been hard with working
And playing once he got back home –
His kids he is not shirking —

The old man’s wide awake tonight
For sleep’s no longer staying;
His memories are jumbled up,
And much time’s spend in praying
That what is left won’t soon be gone.
It’s all just so dismaying —
The boy, the man, the father, all —
Gone old in need of

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