Friday Night Blast.

Friday night's here at last ...lets have a blast. Teenagers dash to discos ...ready to dance to throbbing beats and combo drums rythm and blues....kicked off shoes as rock and roll pours out the heat.. Swaying along... couples dance and sing swinging to the beat ...that's everything. reggae to hip hop....... rap and soul stir up emotions but take its toll. Kissing and necking .....lips close around bottle necks draining the draft.....drowning the thought of dreary days gone by no thought of days to come...or care about outcome. Older women start weekend cleaning. Scouring cupboards, doing laundry, dusting tops... flying mops vacuming carpets...putting out garbage no end in sight for the chores to be done till the night is come and work is done they slog and clean... till everything gleams. Old men hurry to the corner bars for a drink, a chat and a meeting with pals to watch the wrestling match.....on the TV screen. Till mignight they stay.. drinking their way through bottles of beer, whiskey and rum till their eyes water...and tongues grow numb. Home to their wives they weave a crooked path can't even see their way in the dark Cursing themselves for drinking too much now sitting ducks for thugs on the watch. They wake up next morning asleep on the couch shoes in their pockets ......stale breath in their mouths. Money's gone...so too are wife and sons. yet never has there been a house so clean. Have they learnt a lesson...we shall never know for the habits continue every Friday night No one seems to get it right Enjoy your weekends....but maintain self - repect for when that is lost...what comes next.?