Fridays
When I was young, my weekends started with
an after-supper bonus Friday nights—
soft drinks and candy bars. We watched one of
three channels while we relished these delights.
In college, Friday nights meant a reprieve—
a brief one—from those tomes that ruled my day.
Sometimes I dated or went out with friends.
I couldn’t let life be all work-no play!
Career choice is one key to happiness
and satisfaction. I remember great
rewards and challenges throughout the years—
and FRIDAYS. Sometimes I could hardly wait.
Retired, I’m now my grandkids’ driver, cook,
etcetera. I go that extra mile.
I’m not as busy as I used to be;
still, going home on Fridays makes me smile.
entered in Brian Strand's Premiere Contest 140 on April 12, 2018
Copyright © Janice Canerdy | Year Posted 2018
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