Too Tired To Speak Poem by James Wakelin

So my names on bill-boards galore
And Ive walked past them on my way to work
Ive suceeded masters into their dust
And Ive increased workers pay to other heights
yet no one loves me
Im alone in a confusing world
Of deceit and money laundering
Ive also connected with saints and came out better off
And meddled with strangers half my size
To be beaten down
Now Im walking home after a hard days night
And my eyes can hardly read the page
Of my last written document
To which I force through my weak often mocked and little noticed frame
And now I can rest and sleep
Because Ive loved my fellow man
Ive come unstuck
Ive suceeded in life I ve suceeded in death?
to bad Im too fast asleep to enjoy it!