A tired man is a knife too blunt
To fall through a lump of fat;
He's a toothless dog of aching gums
Who cannot crush butter though he be hungry;
A man sick for thirty-eight years but cannot stir the waters
To possibilize his own healing!
The tired man's only cure is rest,
Respite from his toils and tasks
After which he can with enthusiasm
Overcome mountains and level hillocks!
Thus takes this poet a breath,
Till again we meet for the joys of verse!
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