Monday appears black to all but the few
Who have taken exit from active life.
Tuesday's black,too,but with specks of bright hue,
As facewash cleanses the dirt that was rife.
Wednesday is perfect gray since it bespeaks
A misty dawn beyond the gloom of west;
While Thursday is like a belle showing freaks
That she whims and dreams and likes all the best.
Friday brightens himself for a grand show
To be unveiled just after two more days;
Saturday,meanwhile,puts up a look of glow,
Because it is the transitional phase
When the ground is set for the red Sunday
To relieve all who are in the life's fray.
- January 24, 2009 7:24 pm
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