Saturdays

Ah…so it is Monday again.  Through-out my life I have liked some Monday’s and disliked some others. I think I like them more as an older person.

I also like Saturdays because now everyday is Saturday.

Everyday is Saturday

©2013, 2016 Rolland G. Smith

There comes a time in all our lives

When busy days are changed in name.

It’s only then, if we survive,

We stage the play and play the game.

All Sundays past were days of rest

For little things that needed done,

But there were always chores we left

To watch a game or ski the run.

Most Mondays of our working life

Were one’s we wished would never come.

And then came Tuesday’s weekly strife

That lead to Wednesday’s hump when done.

With Thursday came the week’s relief

Knowing Friday was the next day.

But Thursday night oft’ gave some grief

And Friday morn, “some hell to pay.”

But now is when the times have changed

Our jobs are done and we retire.

The days of week are then renamed

To fill our wishes and desire.

Now everyday is Saturday

No matter what and when the day.

Yes, everyday is Saturday.

Enjoy it, be it, Saturday.