Weekdays Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Weekdays

He was a mountaineer
As well as sharp pilot
And a man for women.

Clever was with words,
Creator was in jokes,
Sociable in parties.

Now with hair turned snow
And clock's hands slow
Night is light as if day
And day is dark as night
The same are bed and walk!

Was here yesterday
Thursday was the weekday
He took it as Wednesday!

Feels cold of ice-snow
Always feels "Oh, wow, no"
Feels a need for resting
But has no planning…

No girl to be met
No room in a hotel
No taxi driver
To tell him:
"Take me there…"

From shelf takes tablets
Swallows with water,
Gargles mouth, saltwater,
Wears to go but returns
Out of clothes, undressed!

Sits in large recliner
Or maybe rocking chair
Stares at screen
Powerless, he cares less
For actors, directors;
Just watches the movies.