Friday, November 7, 2014

Wending

I love the ending of the week
As weekend time draws near
And though I am retired,
Still, it's absolutely clear

The feeling's different in the air
On Saturdays and Sundays,
Despite the fact they're often
Much more chore- than having fun-days.

So Friday nights, to celebrate,
Whenever I am able,
You'll find me at a restaurant,
A draft beer on my table.

I'll raise my glass in honor of
The week that's at its ending
And drink to welcome in the one
Through which I'll soon be wending.

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