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A child wants to do

what he sees others do

The joy rides have more meaning

than the father knows

Mommy goes to work

He has been schooled on that

Father sits and moves seldom

Each has a different view on

parenthood

Upon arrival the car is loaded

for another impression of life

 

He wants to do what others do

 

Sunrise to another same day

She needs to leave now

Before he can change positions

He is ready to break the circle

to be with him

for a long time to come

It’s not just memories at such a

young age

He just knows that the walking joy-riders

seemed to have more fun

Tuesday is my Blues Day


Friday is my fun day

Saturday I run away day

Sunday is the mean ole nun day

Monday I start up again day

 

I forget about

Wednesday and Thursday

Because

Tuesday is my blues day

 

I try to get my day started

So I had to get out of bed

Found out I was broken-hearted

Even after the things you said

 

How can I think about hump day

Knowing today is my slump day

Couldn’t it have been any other day

Perhaps, maybe, Friday

 

Because

 

Friday is my fun day

Saturday I run away day

Sunday is the mean ole nun day

Monday I start up day

 

I forget about

Wednesday and Thursday

Because

Tuesday is my blues day

 

Well, anyway

Who cares

What can I say

I love the stares

 

Somehow someway

I know I’ll play

I don’t care if it’s not today

Because…