An Awkward Time Zone
Not yet work
no longer play
Weekend's done
week hasn't begun
Too late to go out
too soon to turn in
Projects lie around
desire's meltdown
Feels like a lose-lose
when I need a win-win
Sunday evenings are just so in-between
~ I muse, as I glare at the small screen*
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*The 'small screen' is the TV, an almost
obsolete usage in the 22nd century
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2021
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