I
often must take a quick peek
To
make sure of the day of the week
For
the days seem to blend
And
I cannot depend
On
my brain for the answer I seek.
Since
most travel and visits have ceased
Time
at home and nearby has increased
So
the hours I spend
On
activities tend
To
slip by like they’ve somehow been greased.
Thus,
a Saturday might as well be
Either
Tuesday or Wednesday to me
But
a glance at my phone
Where
the day’s always shown
Sets me straight to a certain degree.
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