Days in a week

Sunday began without the sun
A ray of hope gone
We buried him who was born on Monday
and died Saturday
We drank wine for him on Tuesday
Got drunk with him on Wednesday,
But
He was gunned down on Thursday
And now it’s black Friday
The painful story of Solomon Grundy.
Became a song of happiness for me as a school kid
I felt the short rhythm of life on my lips
And the rhymes of death on my breath

Tochi