Fridays
I yearn for your arrival like a child yearns for Christmas Day,
Counting down the hours as the ticking pendulum sways,
Each second passes with seemingly even greater delay.
Productiveness slows as everyone knows,
Yet we all pretend to be scrambling on toes,
Even the slackers get into the show.
I’ve survived your manic brother four days prior,
Including endurances of baptism by fire,
Anticipation of the approaching weekend fun grows even higher.
Finally reaching the day’s last half hour,
Illusions of finishing up more work descends much lower,
My mind already wanders toward a refreshing shower.
Ending a long and arduous week, hip hip hooray;
You’ve finally arrived, so let’s go out and play!
IndyScribbles 
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