Friday- a poem


Virginia Malkin, Staff Writer

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