Tuesday Tells Me

Tuesday Tells Me
Times An Out
Tomorrow Ain't
A Sunday 
And Friday has 
No doubt's

Time Ain't Ticking
Glances 
And The Wear 
Ain't in Your Eyes 
Wednesday gone 
The Radio's on
And Time is 
Passing 
Bye 

So Try
The tick tock
Isn't lunar
And the dark side
Ain't the moon
So sit real still
Till Saturday
Tell's of
Tunes with 
No Worries
Or "Oh Well!"
Yet Sunday's gone
With All the Songs
And Bells
And Monday's
Here to soon

Tuesday Tells Me
Times an out
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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May 15, 2020 at 9:26 AM
How to spend a good week? If that's the one message - and others - this poem hits the ball out of the park! I like the connection between each day & music (LYRICS of famous songs?) Ignorant Anil Deo, thanks you all the same.
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