My face would prefer a nap,
Having slept loosely and lightly,
Worried about a multitude of decisions,
None of which life changing or changes
In the long and short of things.

There’s a head that hurts behind these eyes,
A stomach full of bread and fish,
And a heart missing two children.

My neighbor’s child graduates tonight.
And a party across the field
With food, and punch.
A proud moment indeed.

Why do I eat when I am not hungry?
Because I am old, not wise.
I’ve saved my wisdom for the next life,
And used it poorly in the last.