Exhausted from a sleepless night,
He’s hard-put to put up a fight…
Heaves a sigh–
Would like a good cry–
Release…so he would feel right.
He found the right issue
To use his tissue…
Employed on the grounds
Of not having rounds,
He misses that he used to!
Didn’t quite make it to tears,
But the potential was good it appears…
A little pity is fine
If kept in line,
When back to reality it steers!