Touch Me - Monday
It’s,
That time.
Zombie like,
I cold shower,
Gulp down breakfast and
Dress. I’m late and run for
The Bus (full of noisy school
Kids). I’m stuck in traffic with a
Headache! At work, I apologise:
Monday morning blues before nine o’clock.
Think my watch has stopped, time is standing still.
Wonder why weekends go in a flash;
Work days drag on like time torture.
Yawning, bored, hungry for lunch,
Hot, thirsty, lethargic,
I splash cold water
On my face. Then
I see her
Text, and
Grin.
Jack Horne
Copyright © Jack Horne | Year Posted 2011
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