Playing Fair and Being Kind

Is it Monday?

With a soft chuckle, I say,

I often would announce some acquaintance

Didn’t know what day it is.

Never let it be said, I’d brag,

That I don’t know what day

It is,

That will be my last refuge.

This morning, I opened this

Writing device, eyes narrowing,

My mind needed to gather itself,

What day is it?

George MacKenzie Goodwin
August 10, 2026