Everyday

The everyday is nothing without you
My Monday was mundane my Tuesday too
The middle of the week was such drag
Is Wednesday really anybody’s bag
By Thursday I thought I might go insane
Of all the days it is the most inane
At least it didn’t promise to be fun
That Friday feeling didn’t really come
The weekend starts with Saturday of course
And just when things could not get any worse
A dismal Sunday filled my heart with rain
Another week has come and gone again
Remember how the time we wasted flew
Now everyday is nothing without you

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Author: thepoetautist

A Gay poet of fifty odd years who is currently living in Cambodia.

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