Dear Kid,
Another week has come and flown
A weekend in its place.
And after that a Monday comes
To smack us in the face.
Time creeps slow the whole week long
Impatience we must master
Then Friday ends and time speeds up
At light speed – maybe faster.
Without a clock our weekend ticks
Along its merry way.
And we stay up too late each night
To squeeze in all our play.
Thus round and round the cycle goes
The week and weekend spin.
And if you can enjoy it all
You’ve found the way to win.
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