Tired

Today I am tired.

It is never the matter of being tired-

I am always tired.

It’s always what level of tired I am.

Some days it’s just barely sleepy.

Others it’s just barely awake.

I wish I could nap.

Instead, I am writing this poem.

My mom is napping.

My brother just finished napping.

My dad is going to nap on the train home.

And I will stay awake,

Whether I like it or not.

I know I’ve already written about being tired,

But it just goes to show exactly how often I am tired.

Which is always.

Enjoy this poem of my sleepy woes,

And then take a nap in my honor

Please.