Weekend Woes
A poem inspired by POMprompt #15 — What Day is It???
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1 min readMay 15, 2020
Saturday used to be a day of rest
now it seems my wits are put to the test.
A day to shop, a day to play,
but what’s the point of it being Saturday?
Monday, Tuesday it’s all the same.
The days really don’t require a name.
Lockdowns, shocking as it may seem,
weekends are no longer a dream.
This poem was written in response to the following POMprompt
