Endless Weekend

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Endless Weekend Come Friday nights the hectic lights grew dim. Time to drink Moosehead in merriment. Now Fridays happen daily at the whim in a blissful lifestyle called retirement, and Monday mornings seem to be less grim. as you breathe with a sigh of contentment. You say it’s Friday to your heart’s desire. Every day can be fun when you retire. With Fridays now-it’s just another day. You’ve already been out three nights this week. It used to be the day you got your pay, a job at which you labored to compete. But as years passed things are a different way. You see a world in which you have no seat. Retirement may be an endless weekend. Think of the years you’ll never work again. 3/5/18 Fridays Silent One, Sponsor

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Line Gauthier

Date: 4/9/2018 5:03:00 PM

Congrats on your win, Sian. Well done.

Sandra Haight

Date: 3/12/2018 10:17:00 AM

I can surely relate to your sentiments here, Sian! Wonderfully expressed in this difficult form, and I love your gif too! Congratulations on your win. Hug, Sandra

Anne-Lise Andresen

Date: 3/11/2018 12:57:00 PM

- Congratulations on your winning poem, Janis :) - hugs // Anne-Lise :)

Silent One

Date: 3/11/2018 9:28:00 AM

Yes, guess retirment there is no such thing as waiting for Friday.. Congratulations on your placement..

Janis Thompson
Date: 3/11/2018 11:53:00 AM

It may be an endless weekend but it does get boring not having that break to work forward to. This is all something in time we come to know. One after the other. It is still important to fill the weekdays some kind of work and activity and settle in for the weekends. Sounds dull to a young person I know. Thanks for the placement in your contest.

Freddie Robinson Jr.

Date: 3/6/2018 4:52:00 AM

Amen! Sista Sian you speak aged truth aged perfectly for sober consumption. I wish everybody could experience rest everyday like you and I do. It is a blessing given by God to us who labored long under the sun all the days of the years of our short life. GREAT poem! LOVE the title too. Love and hugs always.

Janis Thompson
Date: 3/11/2018 11:54:00 AM

Thanks for the comments Freddie.

Line Gauthier

Date: 3/5/2018 7:56:00 PM

I can totally relate, Sian. I have now gotten to the point that Fridays to me mean Hooray I'll try not to go out till Monday! Well in winter anyway... Well done, Sian.

Janis Thompson
Date: 3/5/2018 8:58:00 PM

This is totally me. I shop on Thursday so I don't have to go out all weekend. I thought only I did that. Thanks and smile.