Fridays in November

Fridays in November
With mornings dim and cold,
Evenings painted grayer
Turning another year old.

Fridays in November
You don’t wait for the weekends anymore--
Saturdays don’t sound so good,
Sundays step in unsure.

Fridays in November
Like falling leaves in September;
Fleeting by unnoticed--
Fridays in November

Like a lifetime spent at work;
In memory of bygone splendor…
the waning year takes its toll
On Fridays in November.

Reeling at the back of your mind--
Calling upon December
Leaving another summer behind…
Fridays in November.