Sunday Night

Sunday night’s the time
To get set for the week ahead.
Many who despise their jobs
Begin to fill with dread.

Even if you like your work
Or if you are retired,
Still a reckoning on Sunday night
May be required.

All the loose ends must be tied
And knotted, crisp and neat;
For Monday morning should start fresh,
No errors to repeat.

The weekend’s over – with it, goes
Reality’s diversion;
With the sunrise, we must start
On our unknown excursion.

For who can tell if this new week
We’ll find joy or despair?
At least on Sunday night
All possibilities are there.