Day of the Week
I often must take a quick peek
To make sure of the day of the week
For the days seem to blend
And I cannot depend
On my brain for the answer I seek.
Since most travel and visits have ceased
Time at home and nearby has increased
So the hours I spend
On activities tend
To slip by like they’ve somehow been greased.
Thus, a Saturday might as well be
Either Tuesday or Wednesday to me
But a glance at my phone
Where the day’s always shown
Sets me straight to a certain degree.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2022
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