Today is Friday – Conversation Poem


Today is Friday … and in the past
I would have said: “at last!” …
but now, each day
runs one into the other
and whether week day or week-end,
it doesn’t really matter.

A life of work and study
makes Friday a special day for me
but, the realty is that
I no longer have any particular reason
to set my weekly watch on this day.
No work outside my home
no studies for which to roam …
each day is the same …
whether week day or week-end,
it doesn’t really matter.

But still … when I see the calendar
and that day pops into sight,
something quickens in me …
my imagination begins to plan
the weekend that’s up ahead,
then, if by chance it rains,
as so often does these days,
on a Saturday or Sunday …
I feel a little saddened, until I realize
that whether week day or week-end
it doesn’t really matter.

The rest of the world around me
still celebrates this magic day …
and everyone sighs with relief
and each one has his say …
with joy or perhaps disgust,
depending on the weather,
that Friday is so special …
Who am I do deny this habit?
Who am I to deny that Friday
is magic,
to others it is so.
For them it’s a goal, to me,
whether it be a week day or week-end
it doesn’t really matter.

Today is Friday …
and I’m going to go out and buy,
an espresso machine …
mine burnt out last night
and I’m reduced to drinking
moka-made coffee…
it’s just not the same.
So, now I have a special goal
something to look forward to,
because this week-end there’s a
special sale
at my favorite electronics store.
This makes a difference…
now, I cannot say:
whether a week day or week-end
it doesn’t really matter.

A life-time habit,
cannot be whisked under the rug
like the dust of time, that has settled
upon my shoulders and in my mind.
Friday, is another day, ’tis true
I cannot deny that
nor that any day of the week
is more special than another,
except for Thursday…
the only day of the week
when I still work outside my home.
without Thursday …
all the week days and week-ends
really wouldn’t matter.


This week, I presented two poems by Samuel Coleridge to my English Conversation group: ‘The Rime of the Ancient Mariner’ and ‘Kublai Khan’.  I also went over Coleridge’s life and omnia of poetry on my own.  Once again, I came across his conversation poems.  I was tempted to present  them … but the other two were more suitable and everyone seemed to have a good time.

I decided today to write a conversation poem, snce the thing started writing itself when I woke up this morning and thought; Today is Friday.  I don’t feel particulary motivated for it to have the scope of one of Coleridge’s works.  I’m not getting into the nature or morality of my subject.

Tell me what you think about Friday, is it special to you?

3 thoughts on “Today is Friday – Conversation Poem

  1. Even though I work from home, Friday is bittersweet. It means the toddler will be home and I can sleep in for two days, which is great. The downside is that I have to scramble to get any book promotions done since weekends are important.


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