Grown-Up

My mind is full

With grown-up strain

Of all the people

Their thoughts

Their talk

I’m exhausted

From trying to understand

The thousands

Of harsh words

My memory

Has collected

They trip

Through my mind

I am too tired

To think

When I was a child

I hated bedtime

So wound up

In a world

I had yet to hear

Won’t someone

Wrap me

In a warm blanket

And send me to bed

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