Saturdays
Sunlight awakens you,
Alarms are not allowed –
Not on this day! Oh, no!
Leisurely breakfasts,
Two cups of coffee and
Newspapers read.
Dog is fed and
A longer walk –
Perhaps through the park.
Leave the piled-high chores
For the great out-of-doors that
Calls to you, “Come play!”
Do what you want,
Do what you can.
Read a book,
Or do something grand!
Run a few errands
Or just stay in bed!
It’s your day,
It’s my day….
It’s Saturday!
Free Time
What do they mean – “free time?”
Can there be such a thing?
Free time is always filled with things to do:
Piles of laundry,
Floors to be mopped,
Flowers to be planted –
Geraniums, petunias, marigolds –
Bushes to be pruned,
Books to be read,
Things to be said,
Poems to write,
Celebrations to attend.
Days turn to nights,
Years turn to decades,
Decades turn to lifetimes.
The clock keeps tick-tick-ticking.
Time can’t be wasted,
Yet time can’t be saved.
We spend our days trying to fill
Each unforgiving minute,
And if we do take a moment,
Or a few precious moments
To sit back and really do nothing –
(How do we do that?)
We feel guilty and wonder
Isn’t there something I should be doing?
FREETIME is a rare bird
That flies in another world
Where there are no tick-tocking clocks at all!
Sunlight awakens you,
Alarms are not allowed –
Not on this day! Oh, no!
Leisurely breakfasts,
Two cups of coffee and
Newspapers read.
Dog is fed and
A longer walk –
Perhaps through the park.
Leave the piled-high chores
For the great out-of-doors that
Calls to you, “Come play!”
Do what you want,
Do what you can.
Read a book,
Or do something grand!
Run a few errands
Or just stay in bed!
It’s your day,
It’s my day….
It’s Saturday!
Free Time
What do they mean – “free time?”
Can there be such a thing?
Free time is always filled with things to do:
Piles of laundry,
Floors to be mopped,
Flowers to be planted –
Geraniums, petunias, marigolds –
Bushes to be pruned,
Books to be read,
Things to be said,
Poems to write,
Celebrations to attend.
Days turn to nights,
Years turn to decades,
Decades turn to lifetimes.
The clock keeps tick-tick-ticking.
Time can’t be wasted,
Yet time can’t be saved.
We spend our days trying to fill
Each unforgiving minute,
And if we do take a moment,
Or a few precious moments
To sit back and really do nothing –
(How do we do that?)
We feel guilty and wonder
Isn’t there something I should be doing?
FREETIME is a rare bird
That flies in another world
Where there are no tick-tocking clocks at all!
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