Turn Again Toward Friday

I turn again toward Friday in lesson-ing turns

Turn again toward Friday of diminishing returns

To plow hard in the morning and then in-joy staying up late

And doing things again because again I forget

Then slumbering deeply with no, or little regrets

Yes I lean in toward Friday as the night draws near

Look into the blackness of the future almost here

Nursing and praying over hopes, plans and fears

Will Friday come again with laughter and tears

And my soul ’tis drawn along irresistibly thus

Along the pathway of banquets or dry stones and such

It is then I think on the mighty men of old

Who’s hearts dried up and like the rocks grew cold

But me fair mother n burly loving dad gave me aught to hold

That which gives flesh life and eyes a kind of blindness

To see past the world and all of its unkindness

Toward the glory of that which is yet to come

As I roll the road to Friday in the crowd of mother’s sons

Here comes Friday with love and successes

Long loving kisses and gentle caresses

But gone she goes again with the wind in her tresses

And where the sun shown the moments are gone

Weekend days of rest, family, chores, do best

Monday’s test to peck like birds and build the nest

Sailors in the seas, churning at the mirage of Friday’s behest