The Days of the Week

By David Shamo

May 2012

The days of the week are like the pages of a book
 blinking on by with each turn of a page.

While Monday is but a stressful day as if
on a rollercoaster just starting to fall.

Tuesday will be the strength of one to hold their head high,

as if only to take the life saving breath needed.

The laughs of the world will find you on Wednesday as time

slows down like watching a clock waiting for the day to end.

As swift as the river is,

the river is like unto Thursday coming to a lull.

The lights go up like the rising sun when Friday arrives,

when plans get inked and friends get lured in, while turning the music up.

Nice and early it seems as Saturday sneaks away like a

mouse zig zagging through the day to escape the pouncing cat.

As Sunday brings the day of rest, the tears of joyful sadness

starts to appear for the week is coming to an end or is it just beginning.

This Poem came about when I was working at University of Utah. I was talking to my co-worker and he told me how hard it was to right a poem about the days of the week, and then he challenged me to write one.  it was a lot of fun and kind of challenging to write it in a way most would relate to it.  One thing I know for sure is that, it felt good to get back into writing once more.