Dedicated to all the simple things in life that inspire me.
Too many Fridays
they complain behind coffee mug rims
broken graphite dreams
dogs peeing on grass
And Oh! How they ask of how long it will last!
because eating the carefully planned sandwich
whose formulas they devised
and whose bread and pickles they attacked
is not enough for one day
But don't you think that walking in the sunrise
is pleasant in its way?
And what the hell is wrong with so many Fridays?
Oh! Time is too slow!
The weeks are numbered by the hours they work
in their jersey shirts
and their street car polo
Oh, don't complain
because those Khakis will survive the rain
and the strain
of mustard falling like golden dew on the woven fibers of labor and toil
And they say it's too early today!
But there are never enough Fridays
never enough days to look back and say
I've done good work and I deserve a break to play
And there's never enough time
never enough time to say what you feel
to taste your sweet meal
never enough time to simply get real
"Too many Fridays makes a long week"
Well honey I could use that time
Because my life is short
measured out by streetlights
and egg whites and kite flights and blueberry oatmeal bites
While theirs are measured out by the surfaces of dimes
and petty bedroom fights
So go on and tell me what needs to be done
look to the future
search for more fun
But I will look back and be happy for the long nights
those hours of work never wasted
on cleaning out dust bunnies or shoveling out complaints
no Fridays come unwanted
even on Mondays or Tuesdays or any day's feint