T G I F
The week begins, wind at my back
By week's end, my front it attacks
Each day, I give it my best
Jump on each task with admirable zest
And yet, by Friday afternoon
The Sabbath cannot come too soon
Day of rest, day of prayer
Refresh the spirit, hang in there
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2022
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