“Next week will be great”, said the lonely dull kid
Now on bed thinking how it should have been
Guess what, another week perhaps.
Twice a week double makes a full month
Was he too young to notice?
Years now still about next week
Maybe fun has a date to attend
Hair almost grey this boy still believes in next week.
Will fun ever show up to break boredom?
The hope to believe and wait
May bring fun from his busy schedule.
Watching the clock ticks
And counting the days
Yesterday should have been next
He forgets each day makes a week with today as next.