Sunday Comes Too Early

~ Frank Solanki

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

Published by Frank Solanki

Making the world a better place one poem at a time.

96 thoughts on “Sunday Comes Too Early”

  4. 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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  15. 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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  40. 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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  46. 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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