Shawn L. Bird

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poem-weekend weary May 1, 2021

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:57 am

Was there ever such a time
when we pushed so wearily into weekends?
Dragged each day at the jobs we love
just to make it to a day of rest
Saturday sleep in twelve, fourteen, sixteen hours
Recovery.
So much stress.
The weight of worry.
We need freedom from loss and pain.
A return to life that’s sane again.
In the meantime, drag, lag, sag, zigzag
to peace time.

 

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