Relax

friday afternoon stretches into oblivion
all I want to do is leave the
building

time seems still though
feel trapped within these 4
white walls

the prospect of ale revives
me
that friday night feeling is still
with me
after all those years

as a teenager a friday night
was so full of promise
it was a night of continued
attempts at the
pull

it seemed a failure if you
didn't at least grab
a snog

then in the 20s, it was a time
for one night stands
for waking in a strange.
bed on a saturday morn
(or leaving at 5am swearing you were on an early shift)

then 30s come along, and it becomes like
any other night
but the telly's a lot better
and you forget the wild nights
of earlier years
when you didn't even know
that telly existed on friday

tonight I'm going back in
time
there won't be the snogging of
old
or the waking in strange beds

but i intend to have an ale
or two

and

relax