As I rise on this day
Wondering how the
Week will begin
In two minds
Still needing rest
But rest interrupted
Mind wonders ahead
What’s the week ahead holding?
Good times or bad
Pinching myself
Hold positive thoughts
Days will come and go
As always, the week will
Work itself out
My role is, only to
Give the rolling days
My best self
Till we meet again!
Waking up on Sundays sometimes has a bitter, sweet feeling. My dilemma. Do I rest longer? Should I just wake up and get on with it? I had planned a different slice, but my conundrum led me to this simple poem.
GIFTS 
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