Bookends

Weekends are a little like Bookends They stop you falling Or lolling too far over So you don't appear untidy or At least not so Uncomfortable They keep you straight Give you Purpose Show you in your best Posture Vertical spine Keeps you looking fine Without life's bookends We just become Untidy Unrested and sometimes Unread What a shame When people stay closed So thank you Weekends For keeping us Perky and In good order Perhaps an enthusiast will Choose to engage with Our words of wisdom Adventure Poetry Simply because We appeared at our best