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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