Monday
I am full of life,
Eager to start work;
Tuesday,
Upto my neck,
I could do with a break;
Wednesday
I am overwhelmed,
But grateful for my job;
Thursday
I am surprised that
I have a job (or two)
Friday
I am good as dead
Glad it's over now
Saturday
Chores galore
Stare me in the eye
Sunday,
Blessed Sunday,
Why can't you be mine?
I am full of life,
Eager to start work;
Tuesday,
Upto my neck,
I could do with a break;
Wednesday
I am overwhelmed,
But grateful for my job;
Thursday
I am surprised that
I have a job (or two)
Friday
I am good as dead
Glad it's over now
Saturday
Chores galore
Stare me in the eye
Sunday,
Blessed Sunday,
Why can't you be mine?
So lovely!
ReplyDeleteIf only it was Sunday everyday. :)
Then it wouldn't be so special, I guess :)
DeleteGood one, Jeena :)
ReplyDeleteThank you.
DeleteI have sundays whole week..
ReplyDeleteBut still I wish for a real sunday...Poor me..:)
I know what you mean...
DeleteBlessed Sundays should come more often :)
ReplyDeleteThey should :)
DeleteSo nicely written Jeena:-)Totally relate:-)
ReplyDeleteThanks, Eli ! I suppose it's everyone's story, eh? :-)
Deleteinteresting.. nicely put :)
ReplyDeleteVery Nice :)
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