poem

 TiredThere ’s tired and then there’stiredDead tiredDog tiredTongue wagging Beat as a whipOut like a light Ready to dropYou lose your focusLike half way drunkOr just deeply depressed But no, it ’s just tirednessFuzzy headed, briefLapses of consciousnessOvertired, my ex-wife Used to call itSure, whatever.Miserable as f.I ’m tired?Asleep on my feetEither dreaming I was in another lifeWith urine all over the tablesOr on the verge of wakingFrom a mildly disturbing nightmare6/15/22

Source: Buckeye Surgeon - June 14, 2022 Category: Surgery Authors: Jeffrey Parks MD FACS Source Type: blogs