Sunday Sunset

Sunday began to fade away
The sunset had robbed my smile
Tomorrow will bring again
A week long exile

Beauty will not be appreciated
Patience shall loose to time
Sleep will be fiction again
Leisure shall become a crime

Every hour is promptly accounted
But, none accounts the unlived life
Walking through the week is like,
A naked-foot walk, on the edge of a knife

I try to hold on to every passing minute
And, it feels like holding sand
The more I try holding it,
It slips away from my hand

The Night brings a transformation
And I become a computer geek
Stress, strain and may be a few bucks
This is all I expect out of the week

I accept my defeat at last
And a king becomes a slave
“For a living” they say!
But life befriends the grave

Then a thought comes to my mind
Easing a bit of the weekend pain
“Monday has to come,” it says,“for Sunday to come again!”