My Weekend Poem by David Harris

My weekend started with great expectations,
a chat with two very dear friends online,
but after that the weekend settled into a decline,
and went right down the pan as they say.
I had a backlog of poems to type,
then suddenly and without warning,
everything was plunged into darkness
and candlepower became the norm.
You cannot run a computer on candlepower
so my typing came to abrupt end
with only six poems left to type.
Sunday wasn’t much better
as each poem that I typed was a sad one
and it left me feeling the same way.
At least I managed to finish them,
but the sadness remained.
I was glad to see the weekend gone;
hoping that the week ahead
will bring some smiles instead.

17 November 2008