Sunday Night – A Poem

Sunday night,

Work tomorrow,

Nervous feeling,

Kind of hollow.

Sunday night,

Resting time done,

Things to sort,

No time for fun.

Sunday night,

Ironing to do,

Plans to make,

Work to look through.

Sunday night,

Struggle to sleep,

Monday looms,

Alarm soon goes ‘BEEP!’

This is how I feel almost every Sunday. The day before I go back to work. I remember I used to start work on Tuesday once and the same apprehension used to take place on a Monday night instead. For another of my poems click here.

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