Thursday came and went, Friday seemed like a whirl.
Daytime moves so quickly, when your a hostage to pay.
It waits for no one and no one waits for you.
Thats how Thursday came and left.
Tomorrow is Tuesday and soon again it will be Friday.
Seasons's ever changing, the moon is ascending.
A slave to the crow. Five o'clock shadow takes hold.
Steadfast to the path your bound become old.
Today is Wednesday, the day after Tuesday, a week from my Birthday.
No cause for concern, its hard to discern but the light grows dim.
I'm no closer to Saturday, I'm in need of the Sabbath day.
Exhaused for one more day, my sacrifice, no tithe to pay.
Finally too weary and weak. Lean in and listen.
A story is told, about a woman who would never grow old.
Thursday came and it went, Friday was well spent.
Saturday and Sunday new adventures, more love, much laughter.
Your support means a lot to your friends, so let one know you are there for them.
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