Poetry

Thursday

means one day closer to being able to relax.

A day of running around trying to get things done.

A day of not wanting to get up and be out in the cold air.

A day where getting up early is not fun or something to look forward too.

A day you want to go by quickly so you can go back to sleep only to start things over again on a Friday.

will this cycle of task ever lighten up and will these bones ever stop aching.

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

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