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by Sandy M. Humphrey

Workweek was an uphill battle the minute Monday
Hit the door with its red eyes from too much Friday night
Saturday errands left Sunday with too much to do
So of course Tuesday was a little whiney when Wednesday
Became Overwhelmed and by Thursday
We were left strangling for Friday to roll around again.

All and all it was a hell of a week wouldnÂ’t you say


Posted on 01/15/2009
Copyright © 2020 Sandy M. Humphrey

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by George Hoerner on 01/16/09 at 12:18 AM

Very cute take on the week and flex time. I thought it meant you could work or not, which ever the day.

Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 01/16/09 at 02:01 AM

So true, Sandy, in fact we each live within a strange and wonderful paradox: each day, our work has an end, and is always limited, yet the results have no end, and are always infinite. Thanks.

Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 01/16/09 at 03:09 AM

Heh. Indeed. Nicely done.

Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 01/16/09 at 04:30 PM

A whirlwind of days - great urgent feel to this.

Posted by Glenn Currier on 07/03/10 at 01:25 AM

Ha! I sure can relate. Although the hecticness has greatly subsided with retirement I remember this cycle you describe so well. Thanks.

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