Must stop doing this

Thought today was Sunday
turns out that it’s Monday,
just giving myself a slap
to get back on track.

Never forgot my name yet
getting on a bit but not there yet
thinking there’s lots of time, yet
knowing that cannot be true.

I am
making the moments last
as if each minute could tie me fast
to the idea of it’s me being cast
as the star in a Faustian play.

© 2020, John Smallshaw.