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On Friday morn
I open mine eyes
and greet yet a day
with reluctant goodbyes
I pull to awaken
from dreams about bacon
and yawn to the dawn
of a day
my being gets shaken
as when I awaken
mine problems forsaken
me not
I beckon my friends
nicotine and caffeine
for a dance in a
trance ridden room
I reach for sunflower
and draw there my power
I sing in my mind
'bout the sound of a
round-a-bout lullaby
train
as sunset arise
and sunbeams subsides
the music speaks softly
the truth
I realize the problems
and worries that bind us
sleep calm until Monday
arrive
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title was irresistible: echo the other comments here already - your poem does have a lilting quality that soothes - word choices like yawn,trance, sunflowers,calm,lullaby just float those cares away. Nice work!
Great write...too many lines, that almost read like a song and dance with Friday's delight and Monday's angst. I truly enjoyed this piece. Very casual read.
