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 © KAYOD5 Kayode | Year Posted 2018
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