A Month of Sundays
A Month of Sundays
Sunday I had a dream
And Monday I had to work
Tuesday I shone a beam
Wednesday nowhere to park
Thursday I shed a tear
Friday wept alone in the dark
Saturday was full of fear
Sunday I walked in the park
Monday I couldn’t wake
Tuesday spam and pasta bake
Wednesday, poor mid-week
Thursday failed to peak
Friday, lottery is lost
Saturday early morning frost
Sunday another dream
Monday was mundane
Tuesday full of rain
Wednesday I was born
Thursday around Cape Horn
Friday, hopes are high
Saturday no eyes were dry
Sunday I had a dream.
A month of Sundays.
David Cox 14/03/23
Copyright © Dave Cox | Year Posted 2023
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