PUSHING ONE STEP MORE

Now I must rest my weary head
For if I push myself much more
come morning they will find me dead

my brain fevers , i grow cold
I need to lay my body down
or I will soon be 6 feet
in the ground.

my bones ache , my muscles lock.
my brain fevers . I grow cold.
the sickness strikes deep
into my soul.

and so to rest my weary head
lay myself across the bed
close my eyes and look to sleep
for if I push one step more
by morning they’ll carry me
two feet first
out the door.