They are just boys,
at 1 am, wrestling, bumping me awake.
I have to be up at six, my day starts with difficulty.
Through the day I struggle, push myself past the exhaustion.
Have to earn my living to support them.
The sun is setting and so tired I plan to go to bed soon.
I hope tonight they will settle and leave me to rest.
So tired it is hard to not take personally.
But they, are just boys.