The Race

I feel tired but I awake

As I struggle to stay up

I take my swallow of diet Coke

Now, I must make coffee

Slowly, my eyelids fall

Because I couldn’t do it yesterday

I was tired also

Every day,  I have tried to sleep a little bit

But I have poetry to write

It swims in my mind

And, as a result, I cannot sleep

O can I have a moment’s peace?

However, the race is not done

And there are plently of verses

to write down

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