Zzz

Tired is as tired does - that's sleep.
And so I'm tired, and I will be slow.
The hours that I spend so slowly creep
Into the evening and the lights dip low.
Then, half-illuminated by their glow,
I close my eyes and sleep again, and deeper,
Until I'm wakened by the cock's bright crow
(Well loud enough to wake the deepest sleeper)
Or, far more likely, by my morning beeper
Which keeps the hours far too carefully
And likes to, like a mimic of the Reaper,
Cull off my sleep, and let me tiredly
Begin this cycle all again - half-waking
Missing the sleep I will so soon be taking.