weekend

Saturday sun came without warning so no one knew what to do.
Saturday sun brought people and faces that didn't seem much in their day.

And think about people in their season and time
Returning again and again...

And Saturday's sun has turned to Sunday's rain...
So Sunday sat in the Saturday sun and wept for a day gone by...



For those who wake with a blind headache
Who must be still, who will sit and wait
For Sunday to be Monday

For those with guilt, for those who wilt under pressure
No tears over spilt milk... Sunday...

Do nothing today, give yourself a break... Sunday...