The Tea bag sits at the bottom of my 1974 mug
And the red wine stains remain smudged on my rug
The Cupboard keeps the unironed clothes
The deleted texts which no one knows
The lime scale around the bathroom taps
Not long now until one snaps
The Thundering planes over ahead
Drown out my music whilst I make my bed
The mirror shows the belly is another beer older
And the pain is getting worse in the shoulder
The luke warm shower drizzles on my brow
Washing away the memories of another row
The paper on the kitchen table
Reading stories about those less able
Whilst stuffing my mouth with All-Bran
Day-dreaming about the days plan
Whilst opening my post about the bills I have to pay
Welcome to Monday
