The Lost Day

Some days just don't go the way you plan.
Got up late, rolled out of bed,
Made a cup of tea.
Thought to put my gym stuff on
But it was not to be.
The lazy bones had got me,
There was nothing I could do,
But while away the hours,
So I made another brew.
Argued the toss on facebook,
With folks I didn’t know,
What was the point of that I thought
I should have let it go.
The more I argued my side,
The more they moved away,
Now convinced of their position,
Seems it always ends that way.
I turned off the computer
With a stiff and aching neck,
So I ran a bath of water
And turned on the phone instead.
I continued to check twitter,
Till my thumb would flick no more,
Typed in comments with wet fingers
Till it all became a bore.
I sat and contemplated
All the things I had to do,
And I really did intend
To achieve that afternoon.
Perhaps I’ll make a list I thought,
Or better still a start,
But the lazy bones had got me
And I didn’t have the heart.
Slumping on the sofa,
I watched films on the TV
But it wasn’t like relaxing.
Just a lack of energy.
And the day it slipped away
While I stuffed my face with snacks.
Too much effort to cook food,
When the lazy bones attacks.
The best that I could do that day
Was turn it into verse,
But I just couldn’t be asked …
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