Monday, April 7, 2014

Poetry/Seven Days A Week

Monday whispers in the wind, as Sunday drifts away.
Saturday had done its best, too bad it couldn't Stay.
Tuesday's joys are yet to come, and Wednesdays bring delight.
Thursday sings me happy tunes, for Fridays now in sight.
Saturday wakes up at dawn, and we hold her in our arms
But Sunday meets her in the night and whispers with its charms
Each day brings light, that shines our way, for all the world to seek 
To live, and love, and dream, and hope, seven days a week 
Good Night Y'all

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