Poetry

No Weekend (#1525)

I’m back at the office once more,
It feels strange to be walking through the door,
Didn’t I just walk out for the weekend?
Where did the weekend go and how did it end?
Déjà vu has nothing on this day,
How it became Monday again, I can’t say,
I don’t feel I’ve had any downtime,
But no matter, I must earn that dime,
Clearly, my inner hourglass is out of sync,
It seems free time disappears in a blink,
I swear it feels like a revolving door,
Will I get this weekend or be at work once more?

Any Thoughts?

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