(This poem is dedicated to all my friends still working 9 to 5)
Friday comes and
Friday goes and
Friday comes
Again.
Days are mere
Commodities
That I too freely
Spend.
Monday dawns
I failed to do
The weekend things
I'd planned.
The other days
Just fly on by
And Friday's here
Again.
Life rushes past
Much too fast
It's really quite
A pain.
'Cause ev'ry time
I look around
Friday's back
Again!
That's okay
I'll handle it
I'll welcome Friday
Back.
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.)
6 comments:
Friday evening is the best! The beginning of the weekend!
God bless you!
Cezar
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?
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!!!
With your Poetry, Jacob, you get to the heart of perceived every day life. This one is a perfect tableau!
Happy Fourth of July
Juergen
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PS: You are so right, retirement is really wonderful!(Notably if activity is photography and poetry) :)
So every day must be Friday for you : )
Very funny, Barb! But, come to think of it, you're right! It's great to be retired!
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