This poem is about how do we feel when we do not have to go to work.


It is Saturday morning,

and I just woke up.

I don’t know what to do,

it is not a weekday or Sunday,

and I do not have to work.

I am thinking I should go to the gym,

or maybe I should call a friend,

and meet at a coffee house,

so we can eat bagels with cream cheese,

and talk about our soul mates.

It is so funny!

The whole week,

I have been waiting for this day,

and now that it has arrived,

I do not want to get out of bed.


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  • Kimberly Wilson on Oct 3, 2009

    On Saturday, I run around like crazy…Sunday is the day I wanna stay in bed!!!

  • hallofwords on Oct 5, 2009

    Aren’t holidays and weekends great. I like to get up when I want and eat a leisurely breakfast while drinking a few cups of java.

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