Friday comes around once more, Like a faithful dog with a ball again.
So I’ll lock the front door, and draw the blinds,
Unload all cares thereby unwind.
Unhook the Phone in the draughty Hall,
For I’ll give no time for trivial Calls.
Place your Boots and Brolly by,
Into the Nook thereby to lie,
For the Weekend Stress I’ll clear away,
Into a Glass or three today.
Forget the Mail, discard the Bills,
All Petty Claims that living fills,
Load the CD and press to play,
They’ll be no talk of ‘Targets’ today.
For what is life If clothed in cares,
So to leisurely days with friends to share,
For I’ll be on the town with a Pal or two,
And rolling home when the Milk is due.
Those Weekend Chains will fall away,
When Wine and Dance come into play,
Then sleep away the hours through,
Till ‘Mickey’s hands reach Ten-Past-Two.
As Pealing-Bells on Sunday Cry,
Into the bright cerulean sky,
Then take a walk by the crystal-Sea,
The stretching-bluffs to the Weathered Quay.
And build those Castles tall and neat,
By scattered shells around my feet,
The Fairground wave of shouts and screams,
Then Candy-Floss and cold Ice-Cream.
Where Arm-in-Arm the ladies walk,
All beaming smiles and joyful talk,
Their mission tells of unfailing fun,
In every which way now Labours done.
Now- strolling on by Country Lane,
Past Cottage-Homes with curious names,
Through rows of trees with dabbled-light,
And flowing-fields of foliage bright.
By Blackened Spires peeking wide,
Above the verdant Countryside.
Now the dipping Sun gives note to all,
’My time is done’ so shadows fall.
For so it is to a farewell drink,
By scented Peons blushing pink,
The Public-House with tables laid,
With the finest fare beneath the shade.
Then on to home and early Night,
By Sodium-Lamps of Orange light,
And wayward revellers homeward-bound,
Enjoying the last of recess found.
But dreadful Spirits will slowly Dawn;
For very soon all Monday yawns.
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Author:
Kevin Hulme (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Now a lot of the Seaside venues are all shut , boarded up. Thinking of when I was younger and the Funfairs and Arcades.
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Comments4
This reads so well with such good meter and rhyme it feels classical in nature
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The days that are no longer but still bring us with lifted spirits to wondrous joys 🙏🏻🕊
Yes, happy days near the Seaside where my Grandmother lived. Thank you.
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Tremendous imagery.
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