Someday it’ll not be Monday
but today it happens to be.
The start of things
even a new week
at the point of no return
don’t let anyone tell you
that isn’t so.
There is no
Two hundred and fifty one seasons
several hundred thousand reasons
goes on in the background
rambling about how time is the enemy
when we all know that the real threat
is what you remember and cannot forget.
Getting dressed up to get messed up
is there any sense in me waking up?
I did though and if there really is no
I shall go on
be it Monday or not.
In my socks and shoeless
I think of Joe Jackson,
Black Sox scandal
© 2018, John Smallshaw.