The end of a week,
and it feels so very good,
to have made it through.
A week of turmoil,
and MSTeam meetings,
going back to back.
I’m feeling hopeful,
and maybe optimistic,
for that something good.
It isn’t my plan,
to build a house or speedboat,
in an idle dream.
It is the weekend,
and the time will serve me well,
every second ticked.
Saturday begins,
and the sun will rise on time,
to wake this writer.
And I’ll be that one,
that takes the dead pen in hand,
and cause it to write
