Septembers and Fridays


Wouldn’t it be nice

If life were made of

Septembers and Fridays:

Perfect weather and

Untamed imagination,

A topiary giraffe,

And unending vacation?

Maybe mix in

Holidays and weekends

And the good stuff they bring:

Frosted Christmas cookies,

Sleeping in,

Acoustic songs

Strummed from guitar strings.

And there would be no

Februarys and Mondays:

No calls to jury duty,

Empty calories,

Sick days,

Or traffic-jammed roadways.

But life isn’t like that

It’s a mix of it all:

Februarys and Septembers

Mondays and Fridays

Forced obligations

And happy surprises.

But, wouldn’t it be nice?

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