On Monday Anger pounds on my door
in a blustering rage of ill-temper.
On Tuesday Envy is in the mirror
extolling the virtues of . . . the other woman.
Wednesday Gluttony serves dessert
cheesecake, chocolate eclairs, praline parfaits.
Thursday Greed seizes the mail, the catalogues,
order everything he says, you’ll never have enough.
Lust waltzes in on Friday, wraps me in his arms
we dance till late into the night.
On Saturday Pride arrives with a gift, a cape of arrogance
you must wear it he demands.
Sunday, a day of rest, Sloth slithers to the recliner
he looks decadent, but brings a fine bottle of wine.
Ths poem first appeared in the Wisconsin Fellowship of Poets Museletter.
Used here with the author’s permission.