SEIZE THE SATURDAY

Saturday–
a time to seize
a gladder day. . .

So rub your eyes,
and let out groans
as well as
weary yawns and sighs,

and stretch your sleepy
head to toes
awake,

get in your groove. . .

And move on to
that good thing
or good slew of things
that foremost moves you,

to get a fairly solid grip
on this great world
and what your very
personal power
has always
had to do with it,

to make a “really matters” day.

And, perhaps,
once you have reached your striding step,

I will meet you on your path,
and we’ll, in friendship, join our hands
as we each still walk along,
continuing strong
along our way.

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