Friday We Love You

A short poem of appreciation


Friday we missed you,

With your familiar ways.

You’re much more exciting

Than most other days.

Friday you saved me

From a week of despair.

Of struggles and torture

And a load more grey hair.

Friday don’t leave me,

Though you’re sure to return.

Your feeling of freshness

Is one that I yearn.

Friday my favourite,

I can start to relax.

Getting ready for the weekend,

Living life to the max.


That Weekend Feeling

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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Friday Finally Came

We all take a deep breath when it is finally Friday. Here are my feelings about this matter.

As the weekdays drag

And work piles up high

My head is spinning

I just want to sigh.

The thing that helps me

To see it through,

Is the thought of Friday

Like a welcome home stew.

To know the weekend

Is about to begin

Makes it all feel worth it

I can’t help but grin.

So ‘Hello Friday!’

Thanks for showing up

Now instead of running dry

My life is again a half-filled cup.

Notes On The Poem

This week has been a very busy one with work starting up again after the Easter break. I have still been feeling unwell as I tried to recover from Pneumonia. I am starting to think I have long Covid as it has been one thing after another since I caught the nasty virus a month ago.

I cannot tell you how grateful I am for Friday to have finally arrived. I am fairly sure I am not the only one to be glad the weekend is on the horizon. Nothing feels better than a couple of restful days catching up on TV shows, books and fresh air.

My little poem about Fridays celebrates that feeling of having worked all week and then putting your feet up. Another recent piece I wrote is this We Need A World poem which is meant to be a thought-provoking reflection.

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