Why It's Important to Keep Track of the Days.

Apparently it is Saturday. A poem.

Apparently it is Saturday
And I feel cheated
I thought Saturday had been and gone 
I took Saturday’s pills yesterday 
When it was Friday
I sat in Saturday’s glow all day
But it was Friday.
I feel cheated 
I haven’t gained a day
I’ve already lived this one 
and I lost Friday. 
I can’t get Friday back and yet I can rerun Saturday
Where’s the justice in that?
Yes, I did Friday things,
But I thought I was a day late. 
I did them with regret at my poor timekeeping
Rather than enjoying them in the now. 
The now that was tomorrow
has since become yesterday 
without ever being today. 
Darn it!
              

 Feb 2024