Born On A Friday

When the day comes

I'd like to pass

on a Friday on

I want to rest

and move on

that day when

the common man

knocks off

A perfect orbit's end

Overalls, yoke

and tools down

- nearest bar -

fallible and carefree

towards friendships

and a human touch

rekindling laughters

'round chalices

- released -

when the day comes

I'd like it to be a Friday

- the day I was born -

into this world

into life's very own 

rhythm ebb, flow

euphoria, and blues

Around the world

the cig smokes

fading with the air

will be the sendoff

and to my conscience

It shall be a Friday

all around the globe