Workweek Poems - Poems about Workweek

... Workweek grinds to an end Holy Sabbath just around the bend Ring up the last sale, turn the key in the door Enter a dimension where your spirit can soar......

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...Sunday night means irritation aggravation, pure frustration Weekend’s gone, workweek looms Monday’s forecast, gloom and doom Cheer us up, my family pleads OK, let’s go outside and pic......

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...He sleeps soundly not a sigh, murmur or stir, while restless in my dreams I toss and turn unheard to find him in his comfort zone still and unawares that I am here. When morning comes h......

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...It was a good morning until I heard the news reporting that COVID-19 was now spreading. The news described how this flue isn't like other flues; it's deadlier; I didn't like where this was......

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... fridays were exciting ~ breaking workweek from weekend ~ however now retired don't miss adventure mostly crave quietude posted on May 29, 2020......

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...while atop the surface of planet Earth humanity all abustle skittering to and fro, hither and yon engaged in self important activity yielding profits, sans blood, sweat and tears......

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...I drink this wine Remeber the good times weve had In good times and health Sometimed the bad Look back at the memories I wonder where they have gone Life sometimes gets in the way Of what w......

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...Donor Cozeners by Odin Roark Seduction eased into town long ago, Thought to be natural. It was Praised as stability, It was Embraced as destiny, It was… Procreation ruled the......

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...Hundreds of hours for a moments exposure, When so many doubt you passion lifts helps composure, Make sure shop looks fit, nice and neat, Bottles straight, service cant be beat Customers walk in a......

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...He was sitting cross legged at 15th and Market The people would walk around him during the workweek He sat chatting with his cat The cat was named Mr Johnson and they were friends The man had sk......

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...Each morning of my workweek, I board the E Street Bus I see familiar faces, there are a lot of us But if I look closer, I see more than faces I see a kaleidoscope made up of many races Two Asians in......

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