Poetry

sunday

written by: gilligan3

Sitting here in my room
Thinking of all that leads to doom
Pretty soon
All we think is so stable will go foom

Sundays
Always leads to maybe someday
Then to drown all our fun around the corner lurks that wicked Monday
Hiding in those alleys to mug us of all fun days

It's all such a shame
That so many want only fortune and fame
Not that things should ever just stay the same

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