Brave

When you rise,

wipe your eyes,

feed your kids,

drop them to school,

when sleep is what you crave,

to curl up in a grave,

where no sound can reach,

no hurt can breach,

and nothing is nothing

but blissful, painless sleep,

there’s no bill unpaid

and you’re holding no-one back,

because you look worn and cheap,

that’s what I call brave.