Friday Night Poem by Rowan Truebody

Friday Night



What a lovely rhythm has the words Friday night
Their promise of everything still to come
Liberty, freedom, laughter and fun
Got to ask
What could possibly go wrong?

Nothing can because it’s Friday night
The week is over, we’ve made it through
Doesn’t matter where you’re going
Doesn’t matter who you’re with

The rhythm of Friday will tug at your feet
And have you dancing down the street
Towards the plans you may have made
Or working on something unprepared

The promise of weekend, of good things in store
The whisper of something the other side of the door
That’s what Friday night means to me
So what will happen? Let’s wait and see.

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