Day by Day

MONDAY’S like a clean white page How shall I write upon it? A prose that flows so worldly wise, The romance of a sonnet? TUESDAY seems so sane and yet It treads with purpose on And just when I am making ground The light of Tuesday’s gone WEDNESDAY, such a plodding day And when I’m feeling low The things which flow alright all week On Wednesday seem so slow THURSDAY is my day of thought A day to plan ahead And though I try to organise I get behind instead FRIDAY, what a frantic day Its hours go rushing by I never get enough work done No matter how I try On SATURDAY I take a look At what the week has meant, Then have a sad accustomed sigh Regretting lost intent O SUNDAY SUNDAY full of peace How I give thanks for this Whatever happens through the week I’ll have my day of bliss