Another Friday hits again
a Friday that feels exactly the same
As every day before it
It used to be a symbol of freedom
And Of the amazing times to come
But now we sit here asking ourselves
" what day is it again "
What use to be a Staple Point in everyone week
is now a day that just passes by
Coz we have nothing to look forward to
Have we lost site of the present
People getting on with life
In a nonsensical patten
There is no more 'big weakened' or 'hitting the town'
just another day trapped in lockdown
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Poems
PoetryThis is the majority of my poems each 'part' is a different poem and as I create more I will add more ❤️
