Life is one long process of getting tiered...

I'd give anything if only my life were an donkey
Squeaking down the road, early one morning
And later resuming to where it started,
Toward nightfall, down the same road.


I'd have no need of hopes - I'd need only wheels...
As I grew old I'd have wrinkles or white hair...
When I'd be of no further use, they'd pull off my wheels
and I'd lie there overturned and broken, at the bottom of a pit.