Beaten

(Strange Tales #10)

It feels like I’ve worked so hard lately, The grizzled chief gravedigger moaned— Though not compared to what I’m supposed to be able to do— That all of life just seems ludicrous. I am tired all the time And tireder still If I attempt anything of consequence. At home I never essay anything much more debilitating Than washing clothes and hanging them in closets Or picking up fallen twigs and branches in the yard, And yet I feel quite beaten, in almost any sense. I guess one day I’ll just be walking along And fall headlong into a hole. rcs. Current draft: 3/29/2010 Created on 3/24/2010 1:26 PM