Week ? Losing track of time

I’m struggling to keep up, is this early ? Is this late ?
Time refuses to stand still, I can’t ask it to wait!
I have no Bernard’s watch, to halt time in its path,
And i’m no Hermione Granger who bends time to make a class
So as it is, I can’t keep track, time floats by non-stop,
Everytime I see the date I get a nasty shock.
How is it March already? I’ve only just arrived!
Before I know it, i’ll be finished saying my goodbyes.
Perhaps it’s because I only work four days of the week,
But still I barely have time to catch up on my sleep.
However looking back on things I don’t feel i’ve achieved that much,
In fact i’d go as far to say i’ve not done anything as such.
Unless you count the museums, in which case i’ve done alot
The first Sunday of March I barely even stopped.
I took in four museums and three quarters were sublime,
So much so that I can’t wait to return another time.
The Pompidou’s amazing, full of fascinating art,
I strolled around as best I could, pretending to be smart,
Thank God I had a guide to explain some things to me
Otherwise i’d look at half of it quite dismissively.
Auguste Rodin, the sculptor, had crafted some bad ass things,
Most of the works in his museum I found overwhelming.
‘The Gates of Hell’,‘The Thinker’ as well as his ‘The Kiss’
You must see these badboys when you next visit Paris.
The final treat was Monet and his famous Waterlillies,
I didn’t think i’d be impressed, I thought this was just for sissies,
But how wrong was I? Well, very wrong indeed!
The enormous life-like paintings really struck a chord with me.
But where there’s Yin there’s Yang, believe me this is true,
I don’t mean Asian tourists but how luck catches up with you,
Three awe inspiring visits to three impressive sites,
Is inevitably followed up by a trip to a pile of shit,
The final museum of the day was the Jeu de Paume
A blight on the Parisian landscape if ever there was one,
Arty-farty films that bored me half to death,
The nutty director must have been on crystal meth !
Incomprehensible rubbish that bored its audience,
I can’t believe I wasted time watching complete nonsense.
A very worthwhile Sunday, that was tarnished at the end
By some very dodgy films that I would never recommend
Nevertheless I love Sundays and wish they’d never finish,
Since Monday heralds a week of work and all it’s sordid business.
Other things i’ve done include delivering wine,
To a stunning flat that’s 20 times the size of mine.
But that’s no exaggeration, i’m not having a laugh,
Most of my appartment would fit in the bloody bath.
I helped out a friend who works in a wine cellar,
By delivering goods to a very wealthy fella,
The flat was in a quartier on a very trendy road,
I hoped to get a tip from the owner of said abode,
But no such luck, and not the slightest mention of any thanks,
The bloke cares less for politeness than money in the bank.
Despite saying i’d done little I have managed to write a lot,
But i’ve nothing else to say, so this is where i’ll stop.