----- A Jinjagoliath poem: October 2020 -----
For some the beginning. For some it's the end. For many; days just merging Into the blend. But the concept of Friday Is simply this; It's the end of the work-week Sealed with a kiss. It's assurance of respite. It's that glorious space Loaded with promise. It's the end of the race. That comfiest armchair Those slippers so snug. It's like greeting a friend With a lingering hug. Is it really enough If it's one out of seven? Or should we be seeking A little more heaven? I think as I drive Through the Autumnal streets That all days are precious And while life repeats.. Relax and enjoy them Wherever you are.. For loving the journey Will help take you far. So Fridays, we love you, To the end and the start. And thank you for helping me Reset my heart.
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