Trying to think Tuesday when its Thursday becomes confusing Those days do not ring true anymore I have six Saturdays and one Sunday I am not lonesome for the old days Who would trade paradise for smoked fish? Who needs to know the day? Even the year is unimportant when You are actually living and not just existing I love looking about at the birds and deer Sometimes I will spot a fox and once Had a bear on my car port The day didn’t matter to any of them Survival appeared to be the predominate instinct We carry on like children squawking about nothing Something unimportant but vital just then Walking away in frustration or victory We forget quickly what just happened Except for Sunday everything can wait for Saturday It is a pretty nice way of having things exist When are you going to do this? Saturday When is the bill due? Saturday Life goes on like Saturdays Movie days, hamburger days, going out days It’s beautiful and happens six times a week The car is always washed, but You don’t do laundry on Saturday Shopping solves all problems. Most anyway Six days of solutions and one day to praise and give thanks A very nice way of living Stanski February 29, 2020 ^
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Steve Haarman 