Tardy again on a Monday morning

The day looks long, that is the warning.

Fatigue fills the zoned out brain,

The finish line is far, hold the champagne.

Tardy once more on a Tuesday night,

 Nothing in sight that might excite.

The boys play hopscotch, while I speculate,

Tomorrow will be the day that I annihilate.

Fit in a nap, in the first twilight of the day,

Organization falls into deep disarray.

The Wednesday focus is long lost,

Dreams of peace are simply tossed.

Thursday’s character held no fame,

Many things disappoint, and I am left to blame.

A smile or two throughout the afternoon,

But the nights I know are a bit out of tune.

The possibilities keep me going,

Though it sure is not showing.

Brisk winter air, or shining summer sun,

Think what you will, but this life is one big pun.

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