Thursday, July 2, 2009

Handling things weekly

(This poem is dedicated to all my friends still working 9 to 5)

Friday comes and
Friday goes and
Friday comes
Days are mere
That I too freely

Monday dawns
I failed to do
The weekend things
I'd planned.
The other days
Just fly on by
And Friday's here

Life rushes past
Much too fast
It's really quite
A pain.
'Cause ev'ry time
I look around
Friday's back

That's okay
I'll handle it
I'll welcome Friday
I'll call in sick
And crawl my way
Right back into
The sack!

(Copyright © 2006 & 2009 by Jacob Anson. Image © 2009 by its licensor. All rights reserved.)


Cezar and Léia said...

Friday evening is the best! The beginning of the weekend!
God bless you!

Julie said...

The idea is only just growing in my head to drop down to four days rather than five.

Did you drop down gradually or go from five to zero: cold turkey?

Jacob said...

Hi Julie - I quit cold turkey...was teaching. Walked out the door and never looked back. And I've been busier than ever and never regretted a moment of it!

Retirement is wonderful!!!

Juergen Kuehn said...

With your Poetry, Jacob, you get to the heart of perceived every day life. This one is a perfect tableau!
Happy Fourth of July
PS: You are so right, retirement is really wonderful!(Notably if activity is photography and poetry) :)

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bfarr said...

So every day must be Friday for you : )

Jacob said...

Very funny, Barb! But, come to think of it, you're right! It's great to be retired!