There was a time when I thought differently,
But as I aged, and more importantly, as I saw,
The importance of a needed day off for me…
Well. It’s Saturday. And it’s come.
The speed of a day is swiftly come and then gone.
Work days, and yes, I have them, you may not understand
But give me my Saturday. Independent of any other day.
Wait. Think. Saturday is the “week-end!” Sunday is “week-begin!”
On this day, I declare, let my time belong to me.
Sunday is the Lord’s, Monday through Friday, well, you know.
But when Saturday comes along
Let me unwind at a pace that welcomes me.
When I was a hunter, Saturday was a hunt day.
When I did odd jobs? Even something needs doing now!
A church cleaning day or a gathering that needs more time than an evening?
That’s what Saturday is for. Then, my choice follows the greater need.
As a kid, I made Saturday dollars – mowing, door-to-door donuts,
Picking up soda bottles for their deposit.
As I aged, that Saturday mind of working stayed with me.
Today? Unplug the phone. Ignore email. Whew! I made it to Saturday!
Now? No Sunday drives for me… It’s Saturday. Let’s Explore!
Shop? Sure, why not? Do nothing? Hip Hip Hooray!
But no matter what “I choose,” rest assured…
I’ll unwind. Refresh. Reload. Restore. Get Ready!
Yes. I’m happy. Saturday has come.
When Saturday Comes: Sunday is sacred, I'll always believe, and after the work-week of Monday through Friday, Saturday is "my day" to unwind, refresh, reload, restore, and prepare. Then, I'm ready for the next six days! Click To Tweet
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