Why Saturdays and People Make Us Grateful

Happy Saturday Readers.

Saturday is a special day to a lot of us stereo-typical 9-5 working class people.

After all, it is the first full day of the week we did not have to step into a scene from Office Space

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And it is the last day of the week we can rest our head on our pillow and know that we need not step into said scene tomorrow either.

That’s it, one day. That’s all us little peon humans get.

And some of us don’t even get that. Because we have 2 or 3 jobs to make ends meet.

These are the thoughts that occurred to me as I read the most recent Daily Post.

This post [in case you are adverse to clicking links] essentially prompts the writer to discuss the “best present ever received” – of course something not store/sweatshop-made was encouraged.

As usually with these prompts, I am driven to poetry. Hard and fast.

Please enjoy, and remember to appreciate those special people in your life.

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ANOTHER ONE

How can it be so easy to forget the Joy?

How can it be so easy to forget the Fun?

For

Truly

There is little else like it

That familiar Presence of

Another one

I am One

You are One

Different but the Same

Yes

I hear you

But

Wait

That’s it?

We’re Done?

I’m not asking to replace your One

Just to realize I am here too

And I’ve loved you.

But

No

Meanwhile

We push so hard to stand our Ground

Alone

Wandering the Wilderness

Those scandals of our Pasts

Those terrors of our Minds

Round

And

Round

To what avail?

Did we not once ask about the Lone Tree and whether or not it makes a sound?

II

How can it be so easy to forget the Joy?

How can it be so easy to forget the Fun?

For

Truly

There is little else like it

That familiar Presence of

Another one

We’ve known the answers for all of Time

Of this I am sure

But, listen

I wish to tell you what Life’s been like without You: A Blur

A White

Hot

Blur

Of Pain

Of Fury

I’m sorry, sir, I can’t give you the details

As I mentioned…

It’s all becoming blurry

I know You are out there

My quest is never done

How could it?

For

Truly

It is not so easy to forget the Joy

It is not so easy to forget the Fun

There is little else like it

That familiar Presence of

Another one

~MissFit

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