I knew this would be coming
It's that time of the week.
But on work-front things kept showing
And I had much stuff to seek.
In the evenings I had to do groceries
And read that unfinished book.
The morns I was always in hurry
Even the newspaper I had to overlook.
Each day just goes so fast
I turn around-its past.
I told myself that its fine and
I submitted this at last.
;) ;) ;) ;)