Sweet Resting Saturday
Seven different suns, since the last time i saw you
Seven different moons, and early mornings dew
Thy coming is my fate
Thy going is my wake
For thy cometh once in seven suns
And leave the working men under the sun
I seea mornday, not you
And a tuesday and a wednesday and a thurday all too
Then i see thy evce , sweet friday
Beckoning thy coming, resting saturday
And in thy going a sunny sunday
Yhen is again
Thy going and thy coming like a rain
Sweet seven different suns
Frosty seven different moons
Copyright © Ahmed Lawal | Year Posted 2005
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