Every Day's a Saturday.

Goldfinch60



I see them going about their lives,

Each day they go to work.

Some enjoy their work,

Others do not.

In their working week

They look forward,

Look forward to that day,

That day after Friday,

When their work for the week

Is complete.

Saturday is a special day.

Many have said to me

I am glad it is Saturday,

I just look at them and smile.

Having worked my forty seven years

And one month,

Never forget the one month,

In my life now,

Every day’s a Saturday.

  • Author: Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 16th, 2020 02:21
  • Comment from author about the poem: Most working people look forward tom Saturday, I did when I was working but now being retired every day is a Saturday.
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 29
  • Users favorite of this poem: Poetic Dan
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  • Saxon Crow

    Bah humbug! Rub it in GF why don't you!

    • Goldfinch60

      Why not, my friend, why not!!

      Andy

    • Laura🌻

      Andy,

      Yes, always looked forward to the Saturdays!
      I enjoyed the video!
      The cellists played with such passion! Their facial expressions were incredible!
      Thank you for sharing.

      ~Laura~🌻

      • Goldfinch60

        Thank you Laura. Yes the video is very good they were inside the music.

        Andy

      • orchidee

        A fine write Gold. Some hate Mondays, but Fridays (or last day of working week, if working weekends/shifts etc), could be the worse, especially if having seeming 'long weeks'. What day of the week was it for the 1066 Battle?

        • Goldfinch60

          Oh, come on now Orchi, you know darn well it was a Saturday as you kept on about having the day off but back in those days there were no days off!!

        • ANGELA & BRIAN

          Good Sunday Uncle Andy - We trust all is well with you as you enjoy your well earned *Week of Saturdays* Ahhhhhhh the aural blessings of the CELLO and the blessings of TWO is exponential (tenfold !). I (B) have a cousin Hannah and the only instrument she wanted to play (from the age of FOUR) was the CELLO ! Her beloved instrument - required for her to study Music @ University - cost Β£3500 ! Now she is a Mother of Three but still teaches Cello. Thanks for sharing. Retirement to us seems like a FANTASY and at least 30 years into an uncertain future ! But we both earn a crust and enjoy our jobs and are free most weekends - AMEN

          Blessings & Peace to You & Yours
          Love Angela & Brian πŸ’›πŸ’›πŸ’›πŸ’›πŸ’›

        • Jeremy Leach

          I do like this (and love the 2Cellos - Hauser playing Adagio(Albinoni) moves me too). It sounds like your saturdays are very well-deserved.

          • Goldfinch60

            Thank you Jeremy, I get moved by a great deal of music into all types of emotions.
            Yes I too believe I have earned my Saturdays, I was never out of work.

            Andy

          • Poetic Dan

            You walked the line my friend! As I get lost in rhythm & blues this fine ring morning I feel your vibe!

            It should be like this for me now and I'll take your words on board!

            Stride well, you is the man!

            • Goldfinch60

              Thank you for your very kind words Dan, they are much appreciated.

              Andy

            • Neville

              Tis a great feeling Andy but my don't it take some serious getting used to eh.... enjoy sir... you earnt and deserve it..... N

              • Goldfinch60

                I got used to it as soon as I retired - so many things to do - that I want to do - so little time.

                Andy

              • Vacancy

                I worked all weekend, so when I get a Saturday I make it special!

                • Goldfinch60

                  Enjoy them all you can V, enjoy every day as well they are special and will not come back when they pass.

                  Andy



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