Tuesday is here,
until it’s gone
(see Lynyrd Skynyrd’s ‘Tuesday’s Gone’ for more on that last part),
and it followed closely on the heels of Monday
(see Shakespeare’s ‘Hamlet’ for more on that),
(precursoring is a made-up word)
and claiming to be ‘Hump Day’
(see a camel for details about ‘humps’).
So, should we worry about what the day is called,
or where it lays in the ‘seven’?
(or ‘eight’ – see The Beatles about ‘eight’).
Well, I may have a lot of questions;
What do you think?
Is is Wednesday?
Is it Thursday?
Is it still Tuesday?
Well, it all depends
Upon where in the world you are
Or I am.
You might be on the previous day
Or the next
Or the same
But, teetering upon the brink of changing the date upon the calendar.
As might I.
If you are in my time zone
You might not be in my rhyme zone
To steal a moment
You could be in a crime zone
Or a lemon and lime zone
If that’s how Cockneys might describe it.
All I am saying is
That wherever you are
And whenever you are
Please spare a second to think of those that are currently languishing in the past
And also those that are ploughing their furrows in the future.
Just a moment though;
You wouldn’t want to waste your rhyme
Contemplating just any old miment in time.