No postman comes on Sunday
no letters in the box
there are no scheduled break times
no one’s staring at the clock
No bosses wearing neck ties
with scowls upon their face
Sunday is a day of rest
it is my Happy Place
The saddest part of Sunday
Monday’s close behind –
barely time to catch my breath
relax and just unwind
I never cared for Mondays
its happiness I seek
a silly place to put it
the beginning of the week
Some day I’ll retire
and Mondays I’ll erase
no clocks will dare wake me
a smile upon my face
The biggest problem with this
at lease, what I’ve been told
by the time I can retire
my friends will all be old
ZC
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