SundayA Poem by Erica RossWhy can't everyday feel like a Sunday?
Why can't everyday feel like a Sunday?
All good things are reserved for that day Great weather, a relaxed environment Sunday dinners and choir practices A clean house with a great smell Filled with laughter and no yells Go for a walk outside and enjoy the breeze For only one day out of the week, you're living your life full of ease At night is the best You watch all of your Sunday shows before you lie down to rest And as the night falls, everyone relaxes in peace If only it could feel like this for the rest of the week But life isn't always that easy as you can see Guess all we can do is thank God for that one day, at least
© 2012 Erica Ross |
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