Days of the Week

 

Saturday will soon enough slip away

(all of them do).

Sunday will once again turn into Monday.

Tuesday and Wednesday shall come and go

(mostly unnoticed).

Now Thursday this coming week, this month

of November in this 2020 year, Thanksgiving

will appear.

And due to my disability and Covid-19, I

shall stay at home alone, just my pup and me.

No turkey, but a fine pork roast with all the

trimmings on the menu for me.

My family, son, daughter, grandchildren shall all watch the

parade and football on TV, and feast in their own homes

as the Pandemic explodes and terrorizes American society

this year.

Then Friday shall come around again, and for me leftovers.

Cooking enough for only one meal doesn’t make a lot of

sense for me, about as much as the different names for

seemingly the same days of the week.

It’s like me lighting up and smoking a cigarette at home

alone after a good meal. I don’t really gives a damn

which day of the week it is. Name any day, they all

play out pretty much the same.

As long as I have that pork roast in the oven and a fresh

pack of smokes, I’ll have something for which to be

thankful, I suppose. It’s those little things which make

a difference, you know.

                           -30-

Chris Hanch 2-21-2020