A short poem


As it is finally the weekend, I thought it would be fun to write a poem about how it makes me feel. This week has been particularly taxing and so this weekend couldn’t come quickly enough for me.
The trouble with weekends is that they go by too quickly and I spend a lot of time just getting ready for work, cleaning the house and catching up on lost sleep. I dream about the day when I can work two days a week and have a five day weekend. Maybe my blog will one day allow me to do this. I can but hope.
My Poem
You know it’s the weekend
When there is no alarm.
When you wake up whenever
And you feel very calm.
You know it’s the weekend
When you sit in your pants.
Watching Netflix TV shows,
Laughing loud at the bants.
You know it’s the weekend
When the weather turns bad.
After sunshine filled work days,
Rain and wind may seem sad.
You know it’s the weekend
When you prep for the week.
When you wash clothes and iron
Monday morning seems bleak.
In A Nutshell
Sometimes it feels like the weekend is just catching up on jobs time and preparation for the new working week time.
How do you know when it’s the weekend?
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