Wheels Inside of Wheels

The endless loop of seven days

Keeps going round and round

Decades have passed in the same cycle

Yet I wake up to each new day

Start again Monday

Another week's grind

Depending on your attitude

You can get ahead

Or fall behind

Tuesday is good

For the good fight

Hard brisk walk

In a strong red shirt

By now I've surrendered

To the week's work

Wednesday is cunning

I like it for conversation

Suspended in the middle

Sharing the rocking boat with friends

We won't let each other fall overboard

Thursday I'm already turning the corner

Very big and a little slow

Afternoon yawns with rain falling down

Nowhere to nap so I carry on

Friday

Is the best day

When the zest for life awakens

And the weekend in front of you

The fever runs high

With good moods for all

But if you overindulge you'll regret it

Saturday is sided by cushions

Don't dare apply pressure today

Unless you're massaging my neck and back

Sunny afternoons

Hit the town for the night

Friends and dates and day trips

Sunday is bonus time

Having our fill of work and fun

We rest and relax

And prepare for the new cycle

When doors reopen

And lists are made

Everyday is new and old to me

As I round the corner in my own life-cycle

Wheels spinning inside of wheels

Repeated birth and death