A day of rest,
A day to chill,
Why Sunday’s best,
To take my fill.
A day of rest,
A day to chill,
Why Sunday’s best,
To take my fill.
The propsects don’t look rosey,
In fact they look quiote bleak,
I’m just glad that it is Friday,
And Ive made it through the week…
A long week done,
The time to rest,
Recharge the soul,
For next week’s test…
Welcome to the new week,
Another Monday morn,
It’s a shame I’m feeling sad,
Lost, sadly forlorn
Suddenly we’ve hit the brake,
When Friday is so near,
This week has been a torturous hell,
Please Thursday, disappear.
Tuesday’s just another day,
But one thing is for sure,
It’s the furthest day from Monday,
Which makes it so much more.
As Sunday draws it’s final breath.
The week is nearly done,
And yet the sun will rise again,
And Monday has begun.
Head bowed as if he’s lost all hope,
Eyes failing to engage,
Sometimes in life we cannot cope,
And we wish to leave the stage.
I thought about a tattoo,
But was unsure as to where,
I couldn’t have one on my back,
As I’ve far too much hair,
Suddenly the clouds they part,
The sun comes shining through,
It lightens up the day for sure,
And stops me feeling blue.