It’s Saturday.

18:00 hrs. Friday evening

Everyone in a mad rush to who knows where

Maybe its a white washed stone cottage in the country

Log fire burning, wine glasses inviting

you to fill them

Whatever is your pleasure

Rest awhile.

Unlike clouds in the sky, drifting

At week-end you know where you are bound

Life is too short

Yet there there are so many things to do

if only there were one more day in your week-end?

We are living in dodgy enough times

So be wise, try and keep out of those choppy waters

Monday will come around quicker than you think

With head cleared and battery charged

the decision on how to progress is yours.

(c) Chris Black 2017.