Self-Indulgence

It must have been two dozen years ago
or more, when I began to spend four days
a week commuting to the office. Though
I worked at home as well, I stayed at home.
And Monday was the day I chose to blow
off close demands of others, more or less.
The erstwhile worst of days I came to know
as best, and even in retired phase,
each Monday is a bounty I bestow.

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