Monday means back to work, but tomorrow
I'm off again, glad I'm using up leave
In the summertime, not when the sun's low
It's for the Olympics now we all grieve
It's like the end of a friend, narrative
Of loss, of happy routine, excitement
Without effort, like a drug, that just gives
Without taking, or so it seems - but spend
Too long watching, that's not good for the mind
Two weeks, a holiday from life, borrowed
Time from duty and ordinary life
And for the lucky few, love, undermined
In my case recently, but athletes know
- And golfers - gold's there if you have the drive
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