Sunday here already, apace running,
Phoebus’ steeds galloping,
The usual chores need completing,
Cleaning, laundry, tidying, cooking,
Feeding the dogs, walking them without leash,
Feeding the ever-hungry fish,
But most interesting is checking my mails,
Reading poems, which do not others assail,
Or watching old video clips posted in mails.
Sunday is here running anon,
One more day gone,
Soon it will be a thing bygone.
It is unpredictable what will happen till end of the day.
Been ruminating over my success of the previous day,
Effectively using watermarks on my anthology,
Satisfaction speeds my activities considerately.
I must write and edit the poems, need further imagination,
Appropriate imagery, tone, syntax, mood and diction.
Sunday does not wait,
As time and tide do not wait,
I must wrap up the business of the day.
The library books are stacked away,
Together with my books choicest,
More spare time needed to savour them best.
Do not be greedy you lover of books,
You will get time by hook or by crook
To accomplish your deep desires,
Just need to keep cool, to concretise your wishes.