Woeful Wednesdays

Fuzz on my dirty jeans.
Flashes of sunlight through the trees.
Leaves travelling with the wind.
Yes, this is Wednesday.

The train's horn blares in the early morning.
The birds chirp chirp chirp outside my open window.
The sunlight floods in with morning's arrival.
Yes, this is Wednesday.

I awaken.
No one is there to greet me--
Usual, I thought.
Yes, this is woeful.

I burn breakfast.
It was cereal.
How can that happen?
Yes, this is woeful.

I leave the house.
The world lay before me
and all around me.
Yes, it is woeful.

Life is woeful.
Today is Wednesday.
My life today is woeful.
Yes, this is woeful Wednesday.