Cycle of Days
Solomon Grundy, born on a Monday,
Christened on Tuesday, wed by Wednesday.
Through the week, life quickly flies,
Ends on Sunday, in peace he lies.
In this tale, a life compressed,
In seven days, he finds his rest.
Week’s Journey
Solomon Grundy, life in a week,
From birth to death, a story bleak.
Each day a step, from start to end,
Life’s fleeting moments, we comprehend.
In his tale, we see our fate,
Life’s brevity, a tale innate.
Life’s Circle
Solomon Grundy, born on Monday,
In life’s own circle, we find our way.
With every touch, with every sigh,
Solomon Grundy, life goes by.
In moments tender, in times so sweet,
Solomon Grundy, where hearts meet.
With each new day, our bond does grow,
In love’s own light, our spirits show.
Together we face life’s endless quest,
Solomon Grundy, we are blessed.
In every whisper, in every cheer,
Solomon Grundy, forever near.
So let us cherish this life so true,
Solomon Grundy, just me and you.
