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A Taste Of My Thoughts Friday's Seed

A Taste Of My Thoughts

Friday’s Seed

By Steve Lake

Copyright 2017

 

 

 

Shakespir Edition 2017

Published by Steve Lake

Copyright 2017 Steve Lake

 

 

 

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Friday’s Seed

Copyright 5-20-2017

Steve Lake

 

 

Friday’s seed planted on Monday

From the cripples that survived the weekend past Sunday

Tears from pain waters your seeds

All requirements met you protect it out of need

 

Tuesday is the day you begin to cultivate

Feeding it to set its roots strong

A constant gardener you protect it from pest

Its reward will be tenfold when Friday becomes present

 

Wednesday is a day of reflection

Middle ground of your suffering to pass

Two more days till fruit from seed to harvest

Fruit of freedom at last

 

Thursday you chomp at the bit

Though you have suffered all week you kept your wit

Flower pods from seeds start to shine

Alerting you that it is almost time

 

Friday arrives as the calendar is marked

You rise out of the crack of dawn like a spark

Arriving at work early to reap

From the strong branches the fruit of freedom you seek

 

Throughout the day you hustle

Dotting your I’s and wearing down your muscles

High noon your final break of the week

With bag in hand you collect your seeds of need

 

Finally the five o’clock whistle blows

Plant in hand you pluck the fruit of need that grows

Nothing but teeth sunk deep into its flesh

Its juice of freedom drips down your chin

Bathing you in freedom’s delight

 

Your transformation begins

From worker bee to a master of Zen

No restriction or a demand of your time

Relaxing and fun is all you will dine

 

No longer do you answer by name

Irresponsibility is your only game

Ingesting liquids spirits till your soul soars

Where you end up you don’t care anymore

 

A constant blur from Friday at five

Till Sunday night when you bid fun goodbye

Before you lay your head to rest

You grasp your bag of seeds held close to your chest

 

Monday once more beckons at your door

In the back of your office close to the floor

You grasp a small pot labeled weekend dreams

Within it once more you plant next Fridays seed

 

If you have enjoyed this poem, please take a moment and reward me with a review on the smashword.com page where you downloaded it. Thanks Steve


A Taste Of My Thoughts Friday's Seed

  • ISBN: 9781370894628
  • Author: Steve Lake
  • Published: 2017-06-03 23:20:09
  • Words: 481
A Taste Of My Thoughts Friday's Seed A Taste Of My Thoughts Friday's Seed