One Fully Wasted Day – My Weekly Poem 6/20/2022

I watch the morning sky turn bright
and full leaf trees welcoming light.
This is the kind of perfect day
that calls to all for frolic and play.
I think of crowds heeding that call,
and just don’t want to deal with it all.
By staying in, what’s to regret,
fond memories I may forget?
In the bitter cold of December,
which summer days will I remember?
If I turn in, and skip the fun,
than today is not likely one.
I could focus on my chores,
or just sit until I get bored.
Is it bad to get my way
and have just one, fully-wasted-day?


Photo by Zakaria Boumliha on Pexels.com

This poem was posted for the previous week’s poetry prompt, Time Wasted.

Published by Vos - Poetry and Prose

IT Professional by day – Creative Muse by night

4 thoughts on “One Fully Wasted Day – My Weekly Poem 6/20/2022

  1. I’ve enjoyed your poem, especially the way it moves from FOMO (fear of missing out) to JOMO (joy of missing out). ‘In the bitter cold of December, which summer days will I remember?’ – what an interesting question to ask!

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