Sad on a Sunday…


I feel so sad on a Sunday

Anticipating Monday.

The working week begins

And consumes me.

I miss my wife,

My dog,

And the space of empty plans.

We were free!

Once upon a time three shadows stretched far over a meadow;

Bees buzzed,

Amber sunlight glistened,

And wildflowers illuminated the careless breeze.

And we were there


Not thinking of tomorrow.

But now I’m grown up

And responsible

And planning

For a future that will one day be here.

T. Crowley


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