There are no more good Fridays for me

Just bills and work

The days are gone for just leisure

The days are gone for just fun

The weekend are just a connect to the work week

No time to rest and No time for Thanksgiving

No more good Fridays to look forward to

Just responsibilities and mundane stuff

The excitement has left and the boredom begun

I remember those days I laid hours under the sun

I could smell my mother fresh baked pies

Now only memories from a distant time

I would follow my favorite pet named Tiger

Just a puppy at the time

He got me in so much trouble

Now I think of it as a happier time

The holiday seem different now

No more late assignment from my English classes

No more good Fridays from here on out

No more good Fridays just to do nothing