Weekdays are always such a rush;
people frustrated, getting irritated:
‘I missed the bus!’
The clock seems to stand still while at work;
as soon as you get home the clock gets a growth spurt.
Dinner is made, the children is put to bed.
No time is left for me, tomorrow I’ll do my nails instead.
I open my eyes and look at the clock,
I need to get up, the bus is around the block.
Another day to race the clock;
weekdays’ rush gives me an emotional knock.
© Rozanne van Zyl
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* Image Credits: Softonic