Dave Cox Poet Rhyme

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

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Fin Chuuk March 13, 2023 at 8:06 PM The days of our lives. Great write, Dave :) Dave Cox March 13, 2023 at 9:15 PM Thank you Fin. Life just keeps rolling on and you don't realise how fast it's going.