Saturday
Saturdays come, Saturdays go
Sandwiched between weeks of highs and lows
My Saturdays are calm, my Saturdays blow
Spending within means or out of control
A long hard week, deserves a day that’s easy
I don’t want serious plans, I’ll succumb to a tizzy
Me and my bed entangled till ten
Deaf to alarms, to a faint fizzy wine I listen
I will be anywhere there is to be
A party house or quiet scenery
Catch up with a pal
Or match up for a ball
A Saturday is my only chance to feel real
Free my spirits, few demons to conceal
I think nothing of the week past and the week ahead
I let my body have its way and clear my head
A Saturday night awaits to crown the bliss
City lights like a galaxy has fallen on the streets
Saturday is here, and here we go
Catch me if you can, if you see my glow
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
