Poem: Sunday 5 pm


Sunday 5 pm
The weekend comes to a close
Where does it find you?
Dreading the week ahead
Wishing the weekend was longer?

Sunday 5 pm
Decades pass
But alas
Every week still has seven days
Friday follows Thursday
Monday follows Sunday

Sunday 5 pm
Thinking of Monday
Do you fight it?
Or invite it?

Sunday 5 pm
Time to ditch the weekend to-do list
Sit back and
Play through the past couple days
Savor the memories

Sunday 5 pm
Thank you for being here
On time, as usual

About the poem:
It took me over four decades to realize that dreading Monday was a choice.

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