Some things are perhaps better left...unsaid!

Views in verse - on 'getting it'.

Sunday nights

I can think of no obvious reason
When everything seems to be right
That life seems utterly gloomy
Every ...Sunday night

I can tick every box on the weekend
Relish the sunshine bright
But nothing can stop the blues setting in
Again ...come ...Sunday night

Perhaps it's the workday pending
Or the thought of the early wake
But truthfully I can't find one good reason
I'm stumped for heaven's sake...

I'm fine come Monday morning
Work just falls into place
The week then goes by so quickly
...my life is on roller skates

So ...I know that the weekend
will soon be with me...
the prize is in plain sight!
So why do I feel like such a
'busted arse loser'
Every ...Sunday night

I turn to my love
for answers...
...the giver of best insights
She adds:
"happy to help with your strange dilemmas...
but don't ask on Sunday nights"

Forwarded from my Ipad - Grahame J Flynn