Scales of Delays

There are always days

Where you feel tired, gloomy, and glazed

Where your heart is appraised

On the scale of delays

But today feels worse

The heart in a hearse

With everyone to curse

and no one to nurse

Woke up on the wrong side of the bed

Yesterday tears lay unshed

the heart that sluggishly bled

Crying after a broken thread.

Burnt my hand on the stove

Tripped over the grove

Broke the bottle of soave

Is this what the fates wove?

Stubbed my toe on the leg

of the table brought by Greg

Threw the yolk of the egg

Got knocked down a peg

Was late for the bus

Because of all the rush

Boss had a lot to discuss

Enough to concuss

Forgot my lunch

Had to hear the crunch

Of the other's brunch

Just sat with my fruit punch

Boarded the bus back home

Filled with sweaty gnomes

The sky was turning gloam

A symphony of syndrome

Came back home to my pup

My three-legged cheer up

And forgot the monotonous 

Scales of repetition 

I sat with Donna on my lap

Her tail wagging back and forth

And let myself relax

In her warm embrace

The comfort of her weight on my thighs

And the droning of the evening news

Let me drift away from the present

Away from the scales of delays