Sunshine at the weekend... don't you wish?
This particular poem I wrote in June 2006 for another website. However, I feel it's best to re-publish here, where it is more suitable.
Weekend Poem
Friday is, for most in this country,
a day with mixed emotion.
The morning moves too slowly for comfort,
the weekend – just a notion.The afternoon "becomes" quite soon
and you feel the thrill of home time.
Until that sunday feeling comes
you're free to waste your own time.
