Gershon Wolf Poet Rhyme

Sunday Evening's Strange

Sunday evening 
   just feels strange
It's still the weekend
   yet it's not the same

Monday's coming 
   and that means work
All relaxed now?
   Ha! -- Perils lurk

The commuter crush
   You rush, rush, rush
to your desk by eight
   or else you're late

The phone is ringing
   The boss keeps pinging
The system's crashed; what failed?
   Your program bailed

So, take a deep breath
   Then break out in a sweat
It's your lucky day
   ~ Your pink slip's all set

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Caren Krutsinger November 18, 2019 at 4:55 AM Love the snappy ending to this poem. It also speaks of our experience. No one these days would know what a "pink slip" is. Gershon Wolf November 18, 2019 at 1:46 PM I was surprised to read that youngsters wouldn't know what a pink slip is. So I asked my 22-year old if he knew. He told me: "Sure, Dad. That's what you got in May!" Smart alec kid. (Just kidding; he's GREAT!). :) gw

Jenish Somadas November 18, 2019 at 12:01 AM Here it is Saturday evenings.. Nice poem Gershon Wolf November 18, 2019 at 1:49 PM Do most people work on Sundays 'there?' ~ Curious

Bobby May November 17, 2019 at 9:43 PM GW I can't relate to this I am retired LOL Have fun tomorrow :-) Gershon Wolf November 17, 2019 at 10:24 PM Ha, ha! 'm retired too, and wrote it... Hope this doesn't mean that we're not RELATives anymore, Bobby. LOL. Thanks, Gershon