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Another Sunday Evening
by Richard VinceGaps in the music reveal the distant chimes
Of the council house clock that always
Reminds me of where I am.
The breeze is too gentle tonight.
It is failing to move the heat away
From the end of a sweltering summer day.
It is Sunday evening, so Monday morning
Seems inevitable now; an inescapable
Fact of life, born of the perceptions
We attach to this semi mythical week.
Soon I shall be hearing those chimes again
As I prepare to start my five days of
Whatever someone sends my way.
It's only uphill for a short way before
I can sail down into town
Among the sad faces and sleepy eyes
For whom the week is merely
A means to an end; a necessary interlude
That separates each weekend.
On Mondays particularly I feel alone
In my happiness, my anticipation,
And my desire to live five days of
Reality, however it comes. I hope that
There is at least somebody else
Who feels as I do.
06/11/2006 Posted on 06/27/2006
Copyright © 2024 Richard Vince
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Sandy M. Humphrey on 07/03/06 at 09:04 PM My view of Monday depends on if the weekend was heaven or hell, sometimes I do feel the way you do and at others I am with the sad faces and sleepy eyes. Thought provoking. smh |
| Posted by Anne Engelen on 07/13/06 at 07:13 PM I truly like the window you created for me to peek through into your daily routine. Wonderful read!! |
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