With a Stretch and a Yawn

It is a long week
A slow week
A, “why won’t you go” week

A week of feeling stressed
A week of unimpressed

A roll of quarters in the hand
When a dollar bill would be more grand
A roaring fire all can see
When a candle light is all we need

And I don’t care if this poem’s petty
Because at this point, I am ready

I know that, come the weekend, I’ll look back
Because, more or less, it was right on track
I’ll ask, “wherever could the time have gone”
Remembering it all fondly with a stretch and a yawn





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