The Unprivileged

I keep yawning
When I wake up in the morning
For measuring my sleep
I know, not too deep

I keep yawning
Even as I work hard
Not enough sleep I've had
And it has been like this through the years
But no one seems to see the tears

I'm sorrow filled
Not knowing when my works will yield
A great result that will make me
Who I'm really wanting to be
And for that, my soul is crying
Even as I keep yawning

I'm not too poor for I have a roof
Under which will be my proof
The empty pots and jars sitting on the table
Shows clearly that I'm able
But nature has made me not wealthy
And now very hungry
I keep yawning