Friday morning pounces,
Cold and dark,
Ripping away Thursday night
It was peaceful and fitting
Exciting in a meaningful way.
Now it is just heading toward
Another Friday night.
Thursday doesn’t expect much,
You wind down, have a relaxing evening,
Knowing Friday is only a sunrise away.
Friday is so needy,
Have a date, start an adventure,
Get the weekend going with a bang.
Thursday morning comes softly
Feeling like a great new day,
And if it’s not,
Thursday isn’t too serious.
Here comes Friday,
Overshadowing Thursday night,
Self-important and hypocritical,
Another weekday, but preaching weekend.
Thursday, once a week seems too rare,
For all the joy you bring to me.
— R. Brockey