Wimpy

It doesn’t look like Tuesday
it just looks dark and it feels
like the middle of the night.

Winter on the way in
I should spend the day in
bed.

The building of each day is
blown away
by
bombardments in the night
and
history does not reveal the names of
ghosts who come along to steal the shadows
from the eyes of waifs and strays,

‘oh my days’,he says,
as if they ever were.

© 2020, John Smallshaw.