Countdown

The last day of our holidays,
The final meteoric phase,
Three long days begin today,
More awful than the truth can say.

Today we’re still on holidays
And soaking up the sun’s last rays,
But there’s a sadness in our heart
That imminently we depart.

Tomorrow we get on the plane
And glumly fly back home again,
Supermarket, dodging rain,
Washing up is such a pain.

The next day it is back to work,
Slowly will the minutes jerk,
By the afternoon I’ll feel
The last two weeks were so unreal.