They Say

It is tiring, they say

When a mattress should be shared by two

And then it's not a nuisance

They say, it's only tolerance

It is tiring, they say

When a paper becomes two,

and three and four,

and countless

And then it's not bugging

They say, it's only understanding

It is tiring, they say

But they smile still;

when sleepless night and endless work run together;

while distinguish is only a word;

yet they need to be extra,

so they can say

we all bleed the same