I thought it was Saturday But it's Thursday - That's officially the earliest Any weekend has started this year And it's only March - Where the hell is my life at?
Is it a Déjà vu do you think To fall madly in love With someone on the subway And for the whole experience To be an anticlimax Because they have red hair Like all the other ones?
It's got to be clinical Me wanting to save The World One poem at a time - I mean even supposing I write one every day What's the odds Me staying on message?
( I should say about now It is often at this point In the telling I wish any poem I am writing Was only 4 verses And about something more Than my surreal ramblings Of my Day In A Life...
But to continue this poem of focii ... ) It is the equinox, and even the clocks Have bumped an hour forwards - So the days don't start too early And the afternoons get to drag on - In this country that's how we hang!
So, to bring things to a close, My new Varifocals are just the job - Fast moving though it is The World is clear to me With nothing but a flick of the eyes - And, now I can read their lips, People are saying the most wonderful things! Who knew?