It’s early but I’m wide awake, tossing in my bed.
A hundred unimportant things are jumbled in my head.
Trying to make sense of stuff, of things I cannot change,
Things long past and things not done, too late to rearrange.
Had I said something out of turn, something set to hurt?
Or someone else mistook the words and thought them much too curt.
Did my opinion mean that much, but wasn’t well expressed?
Or did I let them feel for once that I was unimpressed.
I try to be as thoughtful, as my friends expect I will.
But sometimes my own troubles seem to be a bitter pill.
To take on board another’s trials and give them even thought,
Is just too much, when all inside, I’m barren and distraught.
My life whirls on like some great train along a rocky pass.
Swaying back and forth from disaster then to farce.
Headlong through the darkened tunnels out into the light.
How I crave the peace and calm that follows restful nights.
Lying now alone and tired, aching arms and legs.
Crying out for sleep to come, my aged body begs.
Let the coil of life be gone and all its worries too.
Don’t look to me for answers now, for answers I’ll eschew.
