Dear Friday

 Dear Friday

Friday, Friday, what it is about you? 

What is it that makes you such a better day

 Than all those other bitter days?

Especially Monday

That decrepit thieving day   

There’s something enchanting about your dastardly week-ending ways

You bring one chapter of my life to an end

And breathe new life into the next

Dear Friday

What is it about your endearing knack for hiding from me

For longer than any other day of the week? 

They all fly by except you, dear Friday

They all have a faster approach than you, dear Friday

4, 11, 18, 25

They're too far apart on my schedule

What is it about your column on my calendar that always awakens a count-down within me?

I await you’re arrival

You come

Then you go

But today you’re here, Dear Friday

Finally

And still it’s only the AM part of you

The cruelest part of you

Because your leisure time treasure trove that I plunder each week

Is yet out of reach for me

But oh, the PM part of you!

The part that exacts your ruthless wrath on my alarm clock while I snore with glee!

The part that gives entry to your kindhearted cohort

Saturday and his friend Sunday

Without you, there’d be no them

That wonderful weekend tandem

Dear Friday

So, I’ll try to enjoy you while you’re here

‘Cause those other days

The weaker week days

They creep up on me

Pushing you aside so carelessly

But they’re just jealous

Because they know that when I’m with them

I’m thinking of you

And counting the days until you’ll be back

Same time next week

Dear Friday