My Eyes are Tired and I Can’t See
My Eyes are Tired and I Can’t See
My eyes are tired and I can’t see, looking forward to a good night sleep for me.
I climb the stairs and find my way, to the pillow waiting for my head to lay.
My busy day is finally done, some was work and some was fun.
One more time I’ll check of my phone, I just can’t seem to leave it alone.
My eyes are burning and I can’t see, how can morning come so early for me? I told myself I won’t stay up late, but I had surveys due that could not wait.
I’ve got blogs to write and it soon will be light.
Someone please let me know where the nighttime did go.
This is just another silly poem I wrote.
Great poem!! I often wonder where the night has gone or the day for that matter.
Me too Sandy! Sometimes I think I should do all my work nights because when morning comes, I’m not ready to get up and go. LOL Thanks for stopping by!