So tired, so weary, 
so hard to find sleep. 
Could adding a year 
have made such difference? 
I fear it could. 
Feel the cold bite 
of winter’s approach. 
Might failing light 
be sapping strength? 
I fear it might. 
Take on too much, 
others’ cares and woes. 
Does arrogance reach 
as far as control? 
I fear it does. 
Birthday Blues

 
 