Commitment
I'll love you till next Friday,
I swear I will be true,
I won't be like those Monday guys
who are no good for you .
The Tuesday ones are fly-by-night,
they'll promise you the earth,
but come the dawn they will be gone
so give them a wide berth.
Wednesday men fill you with hope,
could this be mister right?
Your dreams lay, strewn like shattered glass
before the end of night.
Now, Thursday, he could be the one,
four days in, a good sign,
but four days isn't faithfulness
not five of them, like mine.
Saturday men, just count them out,
all football, clubs and beer,
the Sunday ones will let you down
until payday gets near.
But me, I'm your man Friday,
and with me you won't go wrong,
just you and me, steadfast we'll be-
until Monday comes along x
Copyright © Viv Wigley | Year Posted 2024
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