I watched seven days watch a man pass by
The didn't say much, just tipped their hats
looking in at the motion that somehow
spoke their names.
I settled back to listen as he
greeted them in turn
passing by again
He said,
Thursday's made for thunder because the ever living one spoke your frame.
Sunday's just a metaphor but I know how it is
to wear someone else's name.
Tuesday looks as right as rain...
Wednesday's gifts are sweetly set in this refrain...
coming round again.
And Monday's advent is heavy laden with
four four meter of the silver lantern
that watches us by night.
I watched seven days watch a man pass by
Pulling ties, smoothing edges,
I saw their wives straighten creases as they watched him
with starlight in their eyes.
And I caught his voice as he sang again
to the ones that marked his going out and in
He said,
Friday is for lovers, Friday is the day lovers were made.
Saturday, Saturday... Saturday!
My God breathed deep and full of joy,
He took his sleep, and I next to him, Saturday.
I watched seven days watch a man pass by
They didn't say much but they listened
to his song and sighed
Their sons and daughters watched ever on
and they loved him because he never
stopped singing their song.
He said,
Friday is for lovers...
[note: I know the meter in this poem is not right... next I need music, but one of my regrets in this 35 years is that I have not learned to play the piano... someone else will have to do it
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--gabe
