Poetry: The Weekend

Today is the start of a long weekend in Singapore due to the Hari Raya Haji or Bakri Eid as its known in the sub continent. This poem was written towards the end of the day yesterday and is full of anticipation of the weekend!

The Weekend

The ticking clock tells me to hurry
The weekend’s a-coming, don’t be so bluey

You have a page full of plans to complete
Your weekend’s set, full and neat

You want to clean the house, you want to do your chores
You want to shop, you want to clean the floors

You spend the first day sleeping in
Then hurry like a dervish to finish cleaning

Sunday then beckons you to do some more
All the plans made all for naught

Before you know it, it’s Sunday night,
The night before you go back to work,

You look at the page of your unfinished plans
And know that’s the what you need to do next few weekends

Another weekend is just five days away,
You start planning with joy; the pleasure that would be next Friday!

 

 

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