Seven Days

And so it goes, these seven days Waking up as my music plays, A new beginning, one of many A place to start, as good as any The second day is rarely bad … Enjoying whatever weather we'd had, While checking the mail for a letter Taking a breath and feeling better Quietly, in comes the third … With a silence that is rarely heard, Turning off the screen I see To read and write some poetry On day four, the sun drifts slowly by Always into the western sky … Passed the middle of the hill With a way and it's own will Folly and fun fills day five With simple things to feel alive, As shadows move down my street Finding me in a reclining seat Now I lay me down to sleep Snuggled in my bed so deep, Tired after day number six All in all, an eclectic mix I find myself in a dreamy heaven When it comes down to day seven, Nothing extraordinary, nothing unique And so it goes … another week.