Oh, here you are, dear Friday friend,
The week’s long journey meets its end.
You knock upon our weary door,
Promising peace, and maybe more.
The clock ticks slow, but spirits rise,
Anticipation in our eyes.
Coffee sipped with lighter hearts,
For Friday’s magic soon imparts.
The morning hums with softer tunes,
By noon, we dream of golden moons.
The evening whispers, “Time to play,”
A sweet escape from the weekday fray.
The bustling streets, the laughter’s cheer,
The end of toil is drawing near.
Gather ‘round, oh kindred souls,
This day revives, this day consoles.
For Friday’s not just an end to work,
It’s when our passions start to perk.
A dance, a meal, a story shared,
A moment to show we truly care.
So let us toast to this weekly delight,
A beacon glowing in the night.
To friends, to love, to dreams anew,
To chasing skies of every hue.
May your Friday shine, so full of cheer,
And set the tone for a joyful year.
For no matter where you are today,
Friday’s warmth is on its way!
About the Creator
F.R.B.
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