The weekend's getting shorter
as the weekdays grow longer
It seemed only yesterday a Friday
but now a Monday morn.
I long to see the end of such
crammed, hectic schedule
The momentum of work steadfast
while mine dwindling under the heap.
Weary I become of life
in this system of deadlines
Mindful I still am
of the strength I need to find.
And faith be it, oh faith,
that I should walk away with pride
when all storm and dust are settled
and my spirit's vacation is come.
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