Counting Down By Terri Simpson

Monday, the worst day

The reason for the Sunday night depression

Feeling like our own personal doomsday

The tone-setter of the week, the first impression


Tuesday, seems like forever since the weekend

Although it has barely started

You just want this week to end

Already doing things half-hearted


Wednesday, the first day you have smiled

We are half way through

Our view of the week restyled

Feeling no longer blue


Thursday, lasting the longest

The end is in sight

This day is the strongest

Stretching on out of spite


Friday, the final bend

Then a straight road to the finish

Time for us to mend

Our worries diminish