Alan Dugan

(12 February 1923 - 3 September 2003 / New York City, New York)

On A Seven-Day Diary - Poem by Alan Dugan

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Oh I got up and went to work
and worked and came back home
and ate and talked and went to sleep.
Then I got up and went to work
and worked and came back home
from work and ate and slept.
Then I got up and went to work
and worked and came back home
and ate and watched a show and slept.
Then I got up and went to work
and worked and came back home
and ate steak and went to sleep.
Then I got up and went to work
and worked and came back home
and ate and fucked and went to sleep.
Then it was Saturday, Saturday, Saturday!
Love must be the reason for the week!
We went shopping! I saw clouds!
The children explained everything!
I could talk about the main thing!
What did I drink on Saturday night
that lost the first, best half of Sunday?
The last half wasn't worth this 'word.'
Then I got up and went to work
and worked and came back home
from work and ate and went to sleep,
refreshed but tired by the weekend.


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  • Rookie Amparo Mahecha (7/16/2012 3:36:00 PM)

    On a seven-day diary is a great poem..... It touched my heart, when I was in my twenties, , , , and now, more than twenty year later, it touched me again, , , , , on Monday... and when I think II´ve been sitting in my office for 13 years, , , , , Amparo mahecha (Colombia) (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 16, 2010



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