Get Your Premium Membership

The better day is holiday

The better day is holiday. The better day is holiday, Hasten up and hurry up, Hotfoot, hotfoot, holiday; Too long you tarry on the way. Now I am impatiently waiting, Marking calendar like pool coupon, Wishing months while away in a slot, I can no longer wait to welcome you. The sunlight tells me you are close to me, Meeting you is tailor-made for Luna's month Oh come now the better day, I am holiday sick. Daily pain from work marks you the utility. Come please, sweet holiday; Come now with your soothing balm And reborn my aching bones That have daily worked like trojan My cheeks have lost the radiance And my face the ebullience, now rebarbative. Return fast now and rejuvenate them Or they seek eternal rest.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.

Please Login to post a comment

A comment has not been posted for this poem. Encourage a poet by being the first to comment.