The Seventh Day

Sunday morning, not your Sunday best,

A working Joe with no time for rest,

The world sleeps as it was meant to be

while you rise to fulfill a need,

 

Your weary eyes know the day's routine,

Up and running 'fore the sun is seen,

A cup of coffee, if lucky two,

A little push to see you through,

 

You wonder why it has to be,

Never thought you'd need a guarantee,

Life gets better with each day to come,

That was the word when you were young,

 

Turn out the lights as you make your way,

The stars still burn though night's in decay,

You join the pack down that lonely road,

The Seventh Day is but a tale told.

 

Fargo X. Williams

Copyright©10-23-08

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Reviews

[TLK]

The be / need rhyme keeps throwing me off the first stanza. I just can't keep that bronco down.