Monkey on his back that he just can’t seem to get rid of.
Translucent skin that he wears like leathery bat wings.
Junkies never win,
they only get more junk.
The weekend now is lurking, just beyond this one last day
The week that’s just now ending, it has flown
Saturday and Sunday, they will come and go away
Whatever we bring to them, etched in stone.
As children I remember that the weekends were such fun
For grownups that is often still the case
Family time and shopping, or a movie or the beach
Frowns disappear, for smiles to replace
I’m thankful for my granddaughter to spend the weekends with
She makes the smiles more numerous, you know.
We both love church on Sunday, it’s the highlight of our week
To fellowship, and in the Lord to grow
And when it all is over and on Monday we wake up
It’s off to school, the first day of the year
Grace is now a fifth grader, it’s so hard to believe
Her eleventh birthday’s drawing near.
And once again the cycle of a new week will begin
We go to work and school and muddle through
Thankful, cause we know another weekend’s on its way
And life is what we make it…me and you.
Tried to lie back down
No rest for the weary.
So much to do
So many reasons to feel discouraged.
Too many reasons to be thankful
To waste the time being discouraged.
So, I simply rest my arms on the desk
And move my fingers over the keys
Thankful for a little poetry
On this beautiful day
Though I’d rather be outside enjoying it.
Thankful for the good day I had yesterday
And that this too will pass.
Thankful for family and friends who love me
And for a heart that may act tough…
But still has some soft spots where love always remains.
Still…a little sadness resides within this heart of mine.
Overruled by the faith that never leaves me.
heavy clouds..unrelenting rain…
bed weather and cold winds
stifle my plans for Saturday…
crossed out picnic and lunch,
shredded the thought of taking
a stroll in the nearby park…
maybe i’ll put on my rain boots
and my raincoat..or run free and
go dance silly under the rain
like my 8-year old self
some 20 years ago…
Tuesday a day like it’s own
it feels kinda like Monday
just a bit better by midday
always a strong workday
still a long wait til payday.
never a worry of Friday
for Wednesday is hump day
very similar to Thursday
just further away from Sunday
all weeks are filled with great days
but my favorite I think is tuesday
Wednesday running til Sunday night
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It’s time to do my writing, for 20 lines a day
The day is just beginning, don’t know quite what to say
The sun outside is shining, through clouds a-passing o’er
Will the sun be winning, or will it rain some more?
I’ve made a pot of coffee, and fed the furry cat
He ate too fast, I cleaned the mess, I really hated that.
I said goodbye to Jenny, or Jen she does prefer
Or Jennifer, she lets it slide that Jenny I call her.
So what will I do with today as it does roll along?
Clean and cook, take out the trash, and maybe sing a song
Traci has the day off, will spend some time with her
Don’t want to waste a moment we’ve been offered, to be sure.
Can’t wait to see the miracles this day will have ahead
Or maybe there’ll be stumbling blocks, but long as I’m not dead
This life I will be living with a smile upon my face
At least as much as possible, and loved ones I’ll embrace
I hope you’ll find the miracles in your day too, my friend
I hope that you’ll be smiling when the day comes to an end.
I hope that you’ll look back and say you’re happy you’re alive
Looking forward to tomorrow, though fifteen or eighty-five.
My poem on Saturday->
Saturday- a day like any other,
But still coming with a thrill,
For the holiday the next day,
For all those starving for one like me,
Dealing with a six-day week,
With the hope of Saturday to come,
Getting dealt with the wait for Sunday.
Reading Anne’s poem My Useless Saturday poem , I have an awesome idea everyone please submit a poem on their own Saturday ….if you wish to join in the fun submit your poem in the comments below and I will post them for you…Thanks for joining in …also check Anne’s post …
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SATURDAY AT TIMZAUTO
Soothing quiet in the house alone
A bird in the window, sounds of atone
Television on not much to see
Up and about I sit under a tree
Reading Birds post of birthday present
Dandelions matured without any scent
Another day going exciting or bored
Yes we’re alive , thanks to the lord
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