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
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.