Wednesday Poem by Gregory Huyette

Wednesday marks the middle of the week.
It's getting closer to the days that I seek.
Leave all papers and abandon and every file.
For a moment be a vagabond, a marauding exile.

This afternoon means that it's all downhill.
Fabulous Saturday will soon fill the bill.
Maybe a game of golf in the afternoon
Proves that Wednesdays can't come too soon.

Even the thought that the weekend is now close
Makes the workdays a whole lot less morose.
As I sit at lunch in the middle of the day,
I can't help but be giddy now I made it half way.

Work's getting easier and paper piles less high.
Each grunt and groan is turning into a sigh.
There's less to befuddle me and less to beguile
As each hour passes by it engenders a smile