Weekend had just started
Sunday’s already arrived
Saturday lost the war again
It never has survived
How I wish that Saturday
Was forty eight hours long
Or may be even seventy two
Or even a yearlong
Now here I see my Sunday
Going up in smoke
Tomorrow it is Monday
That is not a joke
Now here I spend my Sunday
Worrying about next week
Tension’s already mounting
Prospects all look bleak
Now there’s only one way
To help me cheer my mood
Tell me if your weekend
Is going really good
Sunday Comes Too Early
Frank Solanki 
This was great! 🙂
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Thank you
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🙂
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I was gone after the first sentences. I will be back with a dozen packets of cigarettes.
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Haha
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It was fun reading your poem… I just discovered your Blog. And I am impressed. keep writing…
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Thank you
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I can smell Saturday again
The day slowly approaching
With 24 hours to spend
Not much of a bargain
So i shall spend my weekend watching
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Cool
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In love with this!
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Thank you
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I enjoyed and loved your poem.Great poem, indeed,Frank!
ravi
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the pain of seeing Saturday burnt down fast is real! that’s almost to ate how I feel on Sunday morning 🙂 😦 oh well, my Saturday was good and thank you! have a good week \m/
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You too
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Loved it. And so right on target. Now its Monday. 😢
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Thanks. Don’t cry.
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😂😂
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True!😂
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Thank you so much
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True story bro lol
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Sundays are pre-mondays actually..😥
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Pretty much sums up every Sunday afternoon. 😩
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What you wrote is so true. On the week-ends, time seems endless on Saturdays- like the first days of vacation. But, come Sunday, time seems short and often, it’s filled with stress of the upcoming week, right? My New Year’s resolution is to try to live in the moment. I haven’t mastered it yet but it’s a work in progress!
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Good luck with that
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Frank!! This was ammaazziinnggg! 😍
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Last week was week 7 of flu like virus just nuts but today is Sushi Sunday with our four kids … so anything but. Loved your poem, tomorrow truly sucks! 😉
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Cool. Hope the week ahead is better than this one for you and for me
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Love this Frank!
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Weekends should be at least 3 days… Saturday to do shores, sunday you start to take your breath and Monday complete relaxation… we never have time to fully let go of the week prior 🙂
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Haha. That’s a good plan
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original poem. Hope you feel better now.
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Definitely
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This is so true… hahahaha… This is amazing!…
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Thank you
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Awesome poem and soo true!haha! I always like the way you write… taking normal daily feelings ! 😀
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Thank you so much. Appreciate it
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HA! Fun one!
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Thank you
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quite nice, i spent my day locking myself in bedroom
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That’s a day well spent
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my weekend is going……………………………….
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And gone……………………………….
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true
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With my exams just round the corner Mondays are even more scarier now!
This poem really speaks reality.
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goddamn!!!!!!!!
god luck for exams
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Good luck with your exams
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Good luck for exams!!
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Our Sunday flies worrying about the week ahead, if only we could live in the moment!
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That is so true unfortunately
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This is really relatable! Especially when you have 8 am classes every day….
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Ah, too bad
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True haha!
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Sunday Struggle is real. :p
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Yep
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Good one
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Thank you
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My weekend is going well. Back to work on Monday.
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Good luck with that
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Thanks. I am planning an escape route so I can work for myself 😊
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I am sure you will succeed
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Thank you- I am working really hard. 2018 is the year of making things happen and succeeding.
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Going great so far. Perfect blend of leisure and some light chores. Thanks for all your likes, I’m seeing your name quite frequently. 🙂
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Thanks and welcome
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My weekend is duller than ditch water.
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I only get Fridays off. 1 day.
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Not a problem if you enjoy your work. Do you?
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I do, but I don’t enjoy the surrounding.
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There’s always something or the other wrong with the workplace
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The whole thing is wrong except my work.
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Haha
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Truth… Reality… Life…
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It goes by even faster when you have a project due by Sunday evening. 😕
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True
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Haha I love this! My weekend is going alright. But I’m trying to find textbooks and it’s going horrendous!
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1) Love the writing in this. 2) FOR REAL! Sundays are waaaaayyyyyyyy too quick and they come around the corner so fast. I was just thinking to myself “damn tomorrow is already Sunday.” ugh!
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Too bad Sunday is only 24 hours long
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That was great!!
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Thank you
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Good poem reflecting mood on Sunday! I would give it another name, such as Frank’s Lamentations. Haha!
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Haha. Sounds better than mine
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Good one…:-)
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Thank you
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poems like this one makes it go even better…
much enjoyed!
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Thank you
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True
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Is that not sad? By Sunday the dread of Monday has already creeped in. I vote we banish all calendars and only celebrate the solstices and equinoxes — four three month long periods with only four dreadable “Mondays” looming over our reverie.
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Haha. That would be something
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For real dude.
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My days off are Sundays and Tuesdays. So I get 2 weekends per week. 😁 But I also get 2 Mondays 😢
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