Saturday afternoon: A Poem
Saturday afternoon
and the living is not easy
there is a chill in the air.
Saturday afternoon
the sunsets early in late autumn
temperatures drop,
I check the blankets
wondering if they will be
warm enough to keep out
night's chill.
Saturday afternoon
I have enough soup left
to eat on Sunday;
I need to go to the store
on Monday.
and the living is not easy
there is a chill in the air.
Saturday afternoon
the sunsets early in late autumn
temperatures drop,
I check the blankets
wondering if they will be
warm enough to keep out
night's chill.
Saturday afternoon
I have enough soup left
to eat on Sunday;
I need to go to the store
on Monday.
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