Isn't Sunday supposed to be a rest
Day, a fun day, a Sunday papers day?
Suppose so, but it's different today
Don't get me wrong, the sun is shining
The kids are out playing and the wind is blowing
It's different because it's new
Job day tomorrow.
The tingling in the tummy has arrived, it's a
Good tingling, a positive sign. A new
Job, a fresh start, yeah I'll be fine.
What to wear. 'Casual is fine', he said.
Casual is fine. What does that
Even mean? Jeans and a shirt. Or maybe a
Jumper instead.
Sunday is a rest day, a fun day, a Sunday papers day.
Sunday is a lot of things, but tomorrow is different.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem