Weekends fly
Like clouds that float
Across the windy skies.
Tonight I'll bite
The bedbugs back,
Then close my tired eyes.
Come Monday I
May choose to fret
That my own time is spent.
But it is worth
A week of work:
Weekend's Heaven Sent.
Apr 27, 2014
Apr 27, 2014 at 6:07 PM UTC
Weekends fly
Like clouds that float
Across the windy skies.
Tonight I'll bite
The bedbugs back,
Then close my tired eyes.
Come Monday I
May choose to fret
That my own time is spent.
But it is worth
A week of work:
Weekend's Heaven Sent.
