Thursday

Poetry

At the beginning of the week

the days seem to stretch ahead

and in there is no horizon it seems,

then in the middle of the week

I sigh and look back at days gone

and wonder how the rest will go.

At the end of the five workdays

I sigh and wonder

what could have been

or would not be.

On Friday night

I put my head on the pillow

and laugh and cry myself to sleep.

And I am lucky

to have someone to kiss me goodnight

and that is when the whole week

seems to fall in places

without any questions at all.

PC source: the Internet.

Tulip Chowdhury writes from Massachusetts, USA.