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.
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.