Sunday
A beautiful day came my way
Sun and clouds both did stay
Lazy, no one calling my name
I can play any old game
No phones ringing at all
No voice mails to call
These days are rare and few
I feel almost brand new
Tomorrow Monday comes
The leisure becomes undone
Back to schedules once again
But I will be doing all with grins
For I am rested and ready to go
Come on Monday, let yourself show.
Written by,
Terry Shepherd
Who I am 
Now I got it …… didn’t know where to look, you have changed the layout. A little Michael … how wonderful.
What a great poem about … that Mondays are not all that bad. You’re haven’t lost the touch.
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Thanks so much Viveka. Mondays are not bad for me but only because I don’t work, I guess
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Ohh, you have a job – fantastic … I know from somewhere that you are in home care – is that the job. Mondays are pretty good for me too. *smile
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No, I do not have a job but am looking for someone to care for. Keep your fingers crossed for me
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