Friday- a poem
January 28, 2022
The ends have started to meet
Everything falls in place
I feel light on my feet
today is the day
I skip as afloat above the sky
Seeing cars pass me by
It makes me cry happy tears
I see bears appear beaming at me
The weekend comes every single week
But Friday feels like it is centuries away
My Thursday exhaustion boundless
Then once it’s the end of the week
It’s like the sky above changes to a bright serene blue
Flowered with puffy white clouds
The sun soars above
And everything I adore
Appears once more