3. I am the weekend

Only the weekend was for play.
Week day work was for pay. 
Every. Single. Day. 


But comes retirement bliss 
Not a work day do I miss 
Every. Single. Day. 


Now in each and every way
The days of the week now blur
Every. Single. Day. 


I am the weekend 

This is a response to a Flash Fiction prompt from ‘Putting My Feet In the Dirt’, Writing Prompts hosted by ‘M’.\https://puttingmyfeetinthedirt.com/2020/09/01/september-writing-promptssep