Long ago in early womanhood
I worked and played—my life was good
When tired, I slept
The hours I kept
Were not to last I understood
As happens when you procreate
Sleep deprivation— without debate
Swallows you whole
Sleep is the goal
New parents never satiate
Back to work, not like before
For third shift labor, sleep is war
I’d drool and fight
To stay upright
My book often hit the floor
I’d never felt tired like this before
Working nights, carpools,household chores
Shades closed tight
To block the light
Hours I slept per day— just four
These years later, how time flies
I don’t work now until sunrise
Yet I’m still weary
Still owed sleep clearly
Not yet recompensed I surmise
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The Daily Post, September 8, 2015, Daily Prompt: The Young and the Rested~ When was the last time you felt truly rejuvenated and energized? What made you feel that way?<a href=”https://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/the-young-and-the-rested/”>The Young and the Rested</a><a href=”https://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/the-young-and-the-rested/”>The Young and the Rested</a>
I can relate. Do we warn the youth, or just wait to see them suffer? Meh, they never listen anyway. 🙂
Good point! We can say we warned them, but they didn’t listen either way.
This was clearly a prompt meant for you, Lydia. Good job! Here’s the other side of the coin: http://judydykstrabrown.com/2015/09/08/the-old-and-unrested/