In the Happy Hours of Weekend
In the happy hours of weekend
I am feeling slightly weakened
Gazing idly at the screen
Seeing pictures I have seen
Reading articles I’ve read
Noting comments that were said
Sandy beaches, blazing sky
Last minute offers never die
Ads with same off beaten ways
Looks like life fails to amaze
It’s not so – life goes like train
Every new day brings new pain
Days are stations on my track
They go forth, but don't come back.
Copyright © Gregory Colodub | Year Posted 2024
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