Counting Down The Days Poem by Angela Wybrow

At my calendar, I stand and stare;
The next few weeks appear pretty bare.
A few of the dates have events pencilled in,
But, generally speaking, events planned seem quite thin.

It's almost Easter and folk are taking a break,
But lack of purpose makes my heart ache.
Eternal days now stretch out ahead:
I'm full of dread, it has to be said.

I'm counting the days till my life starts again,
As empty days drive me completely insane.
The world around me is taking a rest,
But lack of excitement makes me feel well depressed.

Myself, for a while, I will need to amuse,
And try to banish those empty day blues.
My friends, they are working, or have other things planned;
Having nothing to do, I simply can't stand.

I like to be busy; my days to be filled.
My current month to view makes me feel less than thrilled.
The next few weeks I find myself wishing away,
And, when they are over, we'll be almost in May!

Despite the promise of some gorgeous weather,
The next few weeks will feel like forever.
I'll have to stay strong and be really brave,
But, on the positive side, think of the money I'll save!