The end is Sigh

and what a day to be alive.

Cold and blue with it
old but used to it
coffee with cream in it
and I’m
back under the duvet

but someone like you’d
get up and get with it
don’t dither,

I shower, reluctantly,
the water like icy hands that
clutch at me,

I remember it’s Tuesday
no playing the blues day,
she has it her own way,
what a time to be alive.

© 2021, John Smallshaw.