Monday to Friday by Stan Phillips

Monday to Friday

by Stan Phillips

How strange it is that my week is still in two parts. I wonder how many retired people feel the same? That after a lifetime of: Those Monday to Friday studying days. Those Monday to Friday working days. Those five days filled with tasks to perform, Those deeds to do. Those early to bed, early to rise, rules to follow. With scarce a break for all those unfolding years of my existence. I should still, even now old and grey and retired, await my weekend with excitement, with anticipation, as Friday melts into blessed Saturday weekend morning, and Sunday lie in bed with papers, and toast, and tea, and watch the idle day drift dreamily, lazily by. And still, I go to bed on Sunday night with small bitterness in my heart for the damned day that lies menacingly before me, (even though there is nothing for me to do) Monday still grins at me through crooked, stained teeth, unforgiving, as the dreamtime of my blessed weekend draws to it's inevitable close.

Stan Phillips (C)2020

Stan Phillips is a poet, musical podcast maker, part-time wannabe male model, and occasional stand up comedian. “I used to be a psychotherapist/counsellor when I had an honest job. I was born into prewar London, and attended 17 schools (my father believed they couldn’t hit a moving target) and I eventually finished up here in Ireland. Still wondering what I will be when I grow up — but enjoying writing my quirky poetry as I do so.”

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