365 Poems: October 30th, 2014

Last-Second Sundays

On Monday, the week is already too long.

Then Tuesday is here, then suddenly it’s gone.

Wednesday comes like a bird and it pecks on the door

for Thursday’s lion cub to spring out with a roar.

Friday’s bashing and banging with firework shows

’til Saturday streaks past, and then all of time slows

for those last-second Sundays, so constant and true:

oh how time moves so fast when I spend it with you.


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s