A Short Poem
Sunday comes but once a week
And usually I am knackered.
I love to chill and catch my breath
‘Cos I am just cream crackered.
I try to rest and lay around
Reading books and blogs and thinking.
But then emails from work pop up
And soon I’m slowly sinking.
I’m lucky if I get stuff done
Like hoovering and dusting,
Some exercise and stretches too
Prevent my knees from rusting.
No matter how much I ignore
Old Monday grimly twerking
I cannot simply blank it out
So spend my evening working.
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Hopefully you enjoyed my poem about Sundays and how Monday looms over me all day.
For another recent poem of mine, check out my Easter Poem and perhaps leave a comment here.
Great poem, Jamie. My husband retired about a month ago and he said the other day that he enjoys Sundays so much more now that he knows he doesn’t have to work on Monday. 😂
My husband and I are the same way.. I wish I could be that person that spends the weekend lazing about just reading and relaxing. But there is always something to do and one things leads to another and the weekend just slips away.
Good. I cannot wait for that time when I don’t have to worry about Mondays.
Yes it is a shame.
In the years leading up to my retirement, Monday began looming earlier and earlier in the weekend so I totally understand. Lovely poem Jamie.
Aww yes it looms alright. Thank you.