Poetry Inspired by Tired April 27, 2017 Lids grow heavy, eyes soon glaze; Existing in a sleepy haze; Half living, half dead; Longing for bed; The weekend’s coming, count the days. By Paul Webster BusyChildDadFatherFatherhoodlifeLimerickParentPaternalPoemRealityShiftsSonTiredWork 0 Like1 min read716 Views Previous post Woven Wings Review: Aquamarine and Thistle Next post Milling Around GoblinMyselfThe Schwifty Sonnet Leave a reply Cancel reply Save my name, email, and website in this browser for the next time I comment.