alexfr99

The weekend has passed and night begins..
Sunday cries for Saturday's folly...
Saturday's sun came early one morning in a sky so clear and blue.
Saturday sun came without warning so no one knew what to do.
Saturday sun brought people and faces that didn't seem much in their day.
But when I remember those people and places, they were really too good in their way.
In their way, in their way, Saturday sun won't come and see me today.

Think about stories with reason and rhyme circling through your brain.
And think about people in their season and time turning again and again
and again and again and Saturday's sun has turned to Sunday's rain.

So Sunday sat in the Saturday sun and wept for a day gone by.