How bright it is on a Friday, when I am away from everything <br />that seems so wrong, when I am here in this haven and all the <br />birds are in song. It does not matter if it's winter or spring, because <br />I so look forward to everything.This place takes away the sadness <br />of life and it's memories that cut right in like a blade from a knife. <br />These two days a week that have become heaven to me, they <br />take away that distance of far gone memory. <br />Then when it is all over the weekend appears and so <br />does reality and all my fears. Then Tuesday is here again <br />from a weekend so long, and all the birds are back in song. <br />There are pictures that I want to paint with masterly art, <br />but they are hidden deep within my aged heart. <br />My life is my fortune because I am not dead yet, <br />but the loneliness is there and the pattern is set. <br />My weekends are lonely, but I manage to cope <br />because I live for the days at The Centre of Hope. <br /> <br />I<br /><br />sylvia spencer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-lonely-weekend/
