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I’m Out Of Sorts

What day is it? 

What is the time?

Where am I at?

I’ve been busy just working that I’m all out of sorts

I may be a bit stressed out

I really think so

Because I’ve never been this messed up

I’ve never been this tired 

I’m all tied up, oh yes I think so

Otherwise I wouldn’t have been this messy

This out of sorts all week

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The Joy (and Sadness) of Friday

Oh joy!
Oh happiness!
End of the week it is
Weekend is waiting and I can get cozy in bed

Momentous event to have finished the week
Yet, a bit of regret
Two days of rest means
Two days not seeing you
Weekends mean my week ends with you

But absence is supposed to make the heart go fonder
I hope it does to you
So that even when Monday makes you blue
May I be the reason for you to be joyous still

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The End Of A Tiring Week

I am tired
I am beat
I am literally dragging my feet

Despite the chaos
I try to remain calm and have fun
And tell the world, no I’m not yet done

The struggle is real
As real as can be
But I tell my troubles, no you can’t beat me

I hold my head high
Keep it above water
And I keep in mind that I shouldn’t falter

My energy is being drained
But I will not quit
So this mantra is on repeat,
“I can and I will”
And I believe I will……I will get back on my feet

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Week Ends To Days

I would like more time to relax
But responsibilities call
“I am tired!”, I say
But on deaf ears they fall

Rest days come by slow
Yet are fast when it’s time to go
I often wish weekends were longer
Because it’s not enough to get rid of this hangover

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My Week

Monday is manic most people say
Others even think it’s traumatic unlike the rest of the days
I beg to differ as my days are different

Monday is slow
Almost nothing to do

Tuesday is in the rough
You wish you could do more

Wednesday is wicked
And not in a good way
Manic of all manics
I wouldn’t know where to start
Midweek madness as what I would say

Thursday drags on
So many things to do
Got to get things done

Friday comes along
This is the final stretch
Last day to finish all
Until next week begins once more

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I Wish Everday Was Sunday

If everyday were Sunday, I’d have a full week off

I’d be lazy, just lay back and rest

I’d have a grand vacation

and come back at my best

I’d have all the time in the world

would never be in a hurry

Would do the chores slowly and surely

I’d never move fast or scurry

 

If everyday were Sunday then there would never be a Tuesday

Or a Wednesday, Thursday or Friday

People would never be grumpy since there’s no Monday

They’d be happy too if there were Saturday

 

I can only wish this were true

Still, I love the other days too

Just not as much as Sunday though

 

 

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When Monday Never Came

People were wondering what could have happened

For some strange reason, Monday never came.

 

Tuesday was present, jubilant as ever

Waving here and there, welcoming a wonderful day

“Good day! Good day!”, it just kept saying

 

Thursday was looking ’round

Surprised to see so many gathered

It didn’t stay long and left in a hurry

Shouting, “Friday’s almost here!”

 

Sunday peeped but changed its mind

Instead, out came Saturday looking a little dazed.

It walked slowly, talked slurred

Could not walk a straight line

It held a coffee mug on one hand

And merely smiled at the onlookers

 

Wednesday was grand,

he kept shaking people’s hand

It was as if he won the election

“Middle of the week!”, he exclaimed

“You’re almost there.”

 

Now, Sunday was shy so outgoing Friday came out with it

They held hands and stood in the middle of the crowd

“Where is Monday?”, the people asked

Sunday replied, “well, he always comes right after me, so he may be coming anytime soon.”

“He always comes before me, I’m sure he’s just around”, was Friday’s reply.

 

On and on the week came and went

But Monday was nowhere to be found

It was as if he disappeared or just didn’t make a sound

“Manic Monday will surely come”, the people kept on saying

But it would seem it won’t be anytime soon

As Monday never came