Sundays

Saturday is long gone.

Until now I wasn’t thinking about next week.

Now I’m getting ready for it.

Day is almost over.

And the weekend went by too fast.

Yet I’m not finished relaxing.

So much to do…

-aaa

Originally Published 06/09/2024

Sunday

Sunday, still in bed

Ideas, are in my head

My writing is fed.

Four poems are down

Write four more without a frown

Then, toast of the town.

Four day weekends burst

Making Monday such the worst

It’s December First.

I will close this out 

Without a scream or a shout

To my style, devout…

-AAA 12/01/2024

Sundays

Saturday is long gone.

Until now I wasn’t thinking about next week.

Now I’m getting ready for it.

Day is almost over.

And the weekend went by too fast.

Yet I’m not finished relaxing.

So much to do…

-aaa