Not always a straight path,
Sometimes the road forks as an aftermath,
Two different ways to go inevitably,
Either together or separately,
But memories will linger,
Some remaining forever,
Maybe even changing over time,
With thoughts becoming more sublime,
Until fondness wins over pain,
While walking down Lovers’ Lane.
Sweetest spot of the week,
Akin to reaching Mt. Everest’s peak,
The day to kickstart the wind down,
Easing the daily grind and work frown,
Anticipating two days of leisure,
Respite from deadlines and pressure,
Whichever day of the week that day may be,
Friday is what I dub thee.
That day has come to mean
The beginning of the beguine*.