My patience leaks with tiredness.
I wish it wouldn't, but it does.
The things I should just rise above,
Drive me to make a fuss.
I'd take them with grace in normal times,
Laugh and walk away at others,
But they drive me to distraction,
When I've lost time under the covers.
When you need to be to on my game,
Because you're feeling so unwell,
Of course I've had no sleep either,
So it's a double kind of hell.
I apologise for the grumpy tone,
Explain my penitence.
You extend your arms in forgiveness,
And we go on, rebuild our fence.
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