Sunday night

It’s that sense of foreboding

Uneasy and grim,

That tells me another week soon will begin.

The weekend recedes with its lazy fun joys,

Painting and playing with friends and my toys.

And now it is bath time,

I’m soaking in suds

(Which is fun by the way)

But I’m down with a thud.

I’m landing feet flat

On the worst of all days,

The grim truth of Monday

No fears can allay.

There’s nothing to do

I must fight the good fight,

But thankfully, not yet,

I still have Sunday night.

A slightly whimsical take on how I remember feeling sometimes on Sunday nights when school was looming in the morning!


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