Do trains get tired of running
And woodworms tired of holes
Do tunnels tire of darkness
And stones of being so old?

Do shadows tire of sunshine
And puddles tire of rain?
And footballs tire of kicking
Does Peter tire of Jane?

Does water tire of spilling
And fires of being too hot
And smells get tired of smelling
And chickenpox — of spots?

I do not know the answers
I'll ask them all one day . . .
But I get tired of reading
And I've done enough today.