Sunday Leisure

 

When drudgery and care impose themselves,

Each request and promise a feather turned to brick,

Even the strong and stalwart plead for

Kind relief. What wise soul first decreed an

Ending to weekly trials? …with Sunday comics,

Naps and leisurely brunch—time to arrange flowers,

Dogs curled at your feet, and a stack of good books nearby.

 

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