Sunday Afternoon Poem by Shaun McGurgan
Sunday Afternoon
I am marvelling at my own brilliance
polo fungi melting in my mouth,
as dreams of sleepy days
and books well read rock on.
It's a dream now
those sleepy days
and well read books
a thing of the past.
Who was to think that in those times
I knew they'd never last.
But as I sit and
contemplate,
Do I get another beer?
The answer 'Yes'
comes streaming to my ear.
I'm glad I've got one near.
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