Favouritism

 Favouritism

I did not expect this of you
This stress, all this upset
I look upon you as a sunny one
A happy one
Full of fun and cheer
Not misery
You’re the good one.

You on the other hand...
You seem to bring me nothing
But cursing and dread
I don’t look forward to your arrival
And I say I’m glad to see the back of you
You’re hard work
A jolt to the system

Unlike you, who I welcome
Who I await with glee
And many plans
We shall relax together
You are the highlight of my week

And you are the lowlight
Sneaking in
Before I am ready for battle

Yet, why should I pigeon-hole either of you?
Why should one be just good
And one be unredeemably bad?
You have your own characteristics
Your own needs, strengths and flaws

So why should I favour Friday over Monday
Why should my disappointment be greater if Friday misbehaves
And not gladder when Monday brings me joy?
I should love you all equally.



This idea came to me, that the days of the week have their own personalities, and I really do hate Mondays and love Fridays. Yet why should I? If they were children, it would be grossly unfair.