Weekends fly by, oh so fast,
How I wish those Fridays would forever last,
To savor the feeling of days ahead,
Saturday and Sunday, a break from dread. But in the blink of an eye,
Sunday draws near,
And the specter of dread starts to appear,
As we prepare for the week to come,
The weekend ending, time undone. Yet, cherished are those fleeting days,
Moments of rest in tranquil ways,
And hope glimmers for the next weekend’s chance,
To pause the world, and join life’s dance.
