Sunday


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

 

 

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4 thoughts on “Sunday

  1. 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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