The Deep Satisfaction of a 'Good Tired'
By Saywisely
1 min read
Oct 2, 2024
Not the soul's fatigue, the mind's decay,
That eats the light out of the day.
But muscles, humming, low and deep,
With promises of honest sleep.
A pleasant ache in back and bone,
A weariness I'm proud to own.
The body's spent, the mind is clear,
And all the quiet things are near.
That eats the light out of the day.
But muscles, humming, low and deep,
With promises of honest sleep.
A pleasant ache in back and bone,
A weariness I'm proud to own.
The body's spent, the mind is clear,
And all the quiet things are near.