Author Lesbia Harford Sometimes I am too tired To think of you. Today was such a day, But then I knew Today, for certain, you'd be weary too You there in hospital With health to seek— And me at my machine Too tired to speak— We're very funny lovers of a week. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments