It's Friday Poem by MICHAEL MBUWIR

It's Friday



It's Friday, happy Friday,
Suits are resting.

It's Friday, sweet Friday,
Men pull off their ties.

It's Friday, jolly Friday,
Ladies join their kids.

It's Friday, joyful Friday,
Families know reunion.

It's Friday, blissful Friday,
Earners watch their accounts swell.

It's Friday, cheery Friday,
Officers shut their gates.

It's Friday, ecstatic Friday,
Inns open their arms.

It's Friday, still Friday,
Workers cry- RELIEF.

It's Friday, yes Friday,
And its evening- Hurray.

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
This poem is written as a tribute to Yvette Lijonni Litombo, the Regional Delegate of Labour for the South West Region of Cameroon. Daily she is listening to and solving problems of employers and employees. Work is not a curse but a blessing and a means of frutifully occupying oneself in this vale of tears. workers deserve rest and should utilize this opportunity to actually rest. Fridays to most people is a kind of transquilizing drug as it separates them from the week of work and gives them a period of rest and relaxation.
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