As I trod wearily
A steady pace I cannot keep
I yearn for nothing more
Than to nod off to sleep
My heavy eyes shut quickly
For into bed I creep
As I enter that merry drift
That carries me off to sleep
And in the morning I rise
A tired and messy heap
As I stagger off wishing,
Wishing to go back to sleep
Yet onward I march
A steady pace I must keep
Promising myself that later,
Later I will sleep
But as the days pass by
Out my life begins to creep
And to my great discomfort
I get very little sleep
Through this haze I pass
A weak and weary heap
My work calls my name
So now I cannot sleep
And after much time passes
My averages I keep
With Google Classroom satisfied
I nod right off to sleep
