Even-Keeled and At-Eased

But the truth is, I am Thursday on a Monday. I Am the walking calendar alive of mixed-up days and dim hours. I have A week inside of me, a week or a year, time out of order. I have contracted With the world to behave, to try, hard, to be Monday on a Monday. I Look like I am happiness, don’t you think? On Monday, to you I have The right laugh, and seem always to be even-keeled and at-eased.