Its just my any-other day

‘What’s your plan?’
(To me, in words, herself, in sadness).

It seemed important
that I should have a plan.

She wondered what I did all day.
’Nothing’, I said.

Then she filled my time - with her sad ideas.
Like selling tickets in the street.

Mocking -

‘You can’t retire, you’re too young!
You’re UNEMPLOYED, that’s what you are!’.

I smiled (not smirked).
Because either way -

it’s her Monday morning -

It’s just my any-other day.

Image; Art Johnstone. ‘Just my any-other day’.