Too Many Weekend Choices
Too many choices on my days off
I am confused and surrounded with ideas
Painting, writing, cleaning, sorting, shoveling
I look at my bed, wondering if I need a nap
But wait. Haven’t I already had two of them?
Depressed because of all the choices
Wishing it was Monday again
So my choices would be limited.
You could sort out the silverware drawer a voice says.
I pull the covers over my head
The dog climbs up gratefully,
This is our happy place.
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