Poetry Monday: Another Grook

Having rediscovered Piet Hein’s grooks I cannot abandon them quickly.

THAT WEARY FEELING

Do you know that weary feeling
when your mind is strangely strangled
and your head is like a ball of wool
that’s very; very tangled;
and the tempo of your thinking
must be lenient and mild,
as though you were explaining
to a very little child.

To which, I say:  Enjoy more sleep, less alcohol, and get your hormone levels checked.

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