I am so silly,
thinking I could make it rich,
writing some poems.
The weather’s warmer,
but Houston is freezing cold,
and it has got snow.
I feel exhausted,
tired right down to me old boots,
if I had any.
It’s powerful stuff,
and often under rated,
this tiredness I feel.
I wake up refreshed,
even after five minutes,
and a short power nap.
Here I am again,
refreshed and firing on all,
cylinders I have.
Cranberry juice helps,
it also tastes very good,
just one glass a day.
