End of the Week

When the end of the week finally arrives
Folks are jumping, giving high fives
Time to relax or fulfill their drives
Betting on who fails and who survives
  
Clearing their minds of chores and tasks
Let down their hair, tear off the masks
Be sure you’re not the one who asks
In what triumph each victor basks

 

They’ll shop or rest or get things done
Some stay inside, some search for the sun
There’s music and ball games just for fun
Unless they’ve got kids to keep them on the run

 

The living they do in the next forty eight hours
Could wear out lesser souls without their powers
But somehow they become mighty strong towers
Between the strong coffee and hot showers

 

 All week they labor to get to this point
Abusing each and every bodily joint
Needing God’s healing hand to anoint
So when they return they’ll not disappoint

 

Then it’s back to the grind of nine to fives
To render the skills on which their soul thrives
Knowing no demand ever deprives
When the end of the week finally arrives
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