Friday Sonnet waits at the starting block
For the starting gun to launch it with a bang.
Not quite the weekend. Long time on the clock.
It’s the saddest song that I ever sang.
Many murdered hours lay at her feet,
Sacrificial time lost to the idol.
Anticipated Leisure, time to meet
The reason you can’t afford the title.
Friday Sonnet state: Hurry up and wait
And watch the seconds ticking slowly by.
Friday Sonnet slate: Give it up to fate.
No time left so why should we even try?
We should pretend it’s just another day
And not defend it. Get more done that way.