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
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 pick some weeds
Don’t tell me there’s naught to do
The bushes need some pruning too
Alright, get up, let’s take a drive
Down by the lake, the fish are alive
We get in the car, I step on the gas
Needle’s on empty, we’ll take a pass
Another Sunday night just frittered away
Almost forgot, Dad ~ Happy Birthday!
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
he doesn't wake
as I rise to shower and dress
making coffee, toast, and eggs,
the aroma wafting thru the house
and still, he sleeps
undisturbed in our bed.
I sip a cup
quietly with only a glint
of rising sunlight
as birds softly begin to sing
awakening to the new day
the clouds begin to form
and here comes the tip tap of the rain.
I put in the wash
laundry from the workweek passed
and Saturday begins alone again
while he sleeps,
slowly, he rises, slips down to the kitchen where
his arms wrap around to hug and kiss me,
aren't we a well-matched pair?.
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 heading.
At first, countries restricted air flights and cruise ships;
but soon, this virus started showing up worldwide.
And, as people canceled their vacations and trips,
they were instructed to self-quarantine inside.
It's been a year since I last stepped outside my door;
but vaccines are coming; the future's not as bleak.
Hopefully, we'll pick up from where we were before;
kids in school, and life back to a standard workweek.
fridays were exciting
~
breaking
workweek from weekend
~
however
now retired
don't miss adventure
mostly crave quietude
posted on May 29, 2020
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
always greeted with JOY
Go the extra mile
No strings attached or extra ploys,
40 hour workweek?
Haha, that's for wimps,
Following a dream makes happiness,
That's a hard concept to grip
Financial stability,
At some point it hits,
The Pros always manage,
They tread along with the grit
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 skin cancer on his nose in the form of a bloody mole
And there were days when he sat talking with the Mole
The Mole would chastise him saying,"If your mother could only see you now."
"If my mother could see me now it would be a miracle,"said the man
The man's mother had been dead for over 20 years
The Mole loved to get his back rubbed but the man was tired
So the Mole gave him the silent treatment
And Mr Johnson reached up and scratched the mole
"You musn't be mean to the man or I will not feed you Mole."
The Mole apologized to the Man
The man decided to tell the Mole a story and cat would add parts
He always added parts
There once was a flower
'It stood near a Disco tower, "added Mr Johnson
Its petals were yellow
"All good moles shout hello,"sang Mr Johnson
And the policeman was shaking the man and his mole
"Move along buddy."
Attempt at Burlesque
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 domestic clothes chat in a dialect
A well dressed man in front of me, is British I detect
Across the aisle, a black man with knitted cap pulled low
Hears music through his ear buds, while weaving to and fro
Several are Caucasian from many walks of life
Teens and kids and elders, a husband and a wife
A dark skinned man looks at me, and judging from his dress
His race is likely Indian, but that is just my guess
As my stop approaches, I look around again
Survey the many colors, the women, kids and men
As I step on the sidewalk, my day not yet unfurled
I'm thankful that the E Street bus let's me touch the world