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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.?

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