So Very Tired Is The Man Poem by D. L. Firestone Feinberg

So very tired is the man
From walking walking walking
Through Ages Ice and Stone and Iron
From Sumer and Babylon
Canaan and Lebanon
And Egypt and on and on and on
Without a day of rest
He's carried himself through millennia
And centuries of pain —

So very tired is the man
He shall not rise again
But sleep — now — at last
With his corn and wheat and rice
His oxen, sheep, and lambs
His eagles and his caves
His castles and his battlefields...

He will sleep and sleep
And rise not anymore
Until he goes home
To Africa.