Fridays

fridays come, fridays go.

in my twenties, I'd always flow,

to bars and parties, drinks and drugs,

the occasional punch up with random thugs.

things change with time, and we inch older

now I don't party, but I'm strangely bolder,

36 years old, and my Fridays are chill,

parties are fun, but growth is a thrill.

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