Friday, 12 June 2020

Weekday blues


Cramped shoulders, 
Tired hands,
Exhausted mind,
Difficult week,
But boy isn’t it weekend yet?

Never ending deadlines,
Overbearing demands,
Limited rewards,
Too many tasks,
But boy isn’t it weekend yet?

Sleepless nights,
Early wake up calls,
Constant virtual meetings,
And no consensus,
But boy isn’t it weekend yet?

Finally weekend arrives,
Self care mornings,
Good night cuddles,
Family unions,
And back to square,
Oh boy weekend is over.

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