For over 12 years now, you haven’t caught a break
Ridden like a donkey at the Grand Canyon.
Others are sleeping while you pick through last week’s mess.
Babies will always be babies but you, my dear
Are finding all-nighters all but impossible.
Day going fuzzy at the edges.
Pretend it is someone else
What would you say to her?
Give it a rest.
A new year resolution of sorts.