Tired

Although not old
I'm aging
and burning the midnight oil
not as advisable
as once it was,
sitting at my desk
unpleasantly buzzing
dried eyes crusty
I look back
on the stamina of youth
when sleep was
virtually unncessary
each day rushing
into the next
with no account
for hours slept
bed times
or energy-
always there
now gone
taken for granted.