Weekends
For all those working hard
Saturday is a day of relief
And a chance to recover
A sense of their autonomy
Some paint the picket fence
And others mow the lawn
Each enjoying their days
As boss all day long
On their days off from work
Many enjoy family
And pass the time with them
Doing family things
Some decide to go fishing
Every chance that they get
While others are volunteers
At the shelter for homeless vets
Whatever they may do
Saturdays come to an end
And whatever is not done
Is done on Sundays then
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Author:
w c (
Offline) - Published: September 26th, 2018 00:15
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Comments2
Being retired all my days are Saturdays.
Congratulations! I hope to be there one day.
A fine write w c.
Thanks, orchidee. i appreciate your support.
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