Friday afternoons

I come home feeling satisfied,

A week of work is done.

Students are educated

My mind is feeling sated,

Tired and exhausted

Yet I enter the house feeling cautious

Has the kitchen been cleaned

Has the washing been done

Will I have to spend two hours

Cleaning my house, not for fun.

The other Friday morning

I got up bleary eyed and early

And washing I did get started

The dining room completed

And the kitchen sparkled.

I did not quite enjoy it then

But when I hit the doorway

That Friday afternoon

I remembered my hard labour

And enjoyed my Friday afternoon.

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