Come Saturday Morning Poem by Jim Boone

</>'Come Saturday morning, I'm going away with my
friend, we'll Saturday spend 'till the end of the day;
just me and my friend, we'll travel for miles on our
Saturday smiles, and then we'll move on, but we
will remember, long after Saturday's gone.'

Come Saturday Morning

Youth and its chums were out of school
and ready to rule
their universe
of hide and seek

then those first paycheck spenders
those dream fulfilling lenders
formed a co-op

of breakfast club shoppers and cruisers
ego pumpers and bruisers
teasing ne'er-do-wells
on a spree.

Although we finally moved on
we were as temporary
as dusk and dawn

our friendship unsinkable
closings unthinkable
expecting a day like today.

'Well hello there, good old friend of mine.'

1995